The first time I saw giant bubbles, they were floating above a lakeside park near our apartment in Northern California. We had just sat down on our balcony for a Father's Day brunch, but finished it quickly and rushed around the lake to see if we could trace the undulating rainbow orbs to their source. When we arrived at the top of a hill, we saw a man and a few other families dipping long wooden bubble wands into a row of soapy buckets, lifting the wands into the air, and watching with glee as the wind carried each bubble into the sky.