It bubbles and fizzes. There has been too much darkness and depression and all around sad things lately, and it seems to mock the drinker, telling him – look, when I can dance and be happy and generally take life easily, why don't you?
Why don't you indeed?
It bubbles up, gurgling its happpiness at being, just Being, if only momentarily. Perhaps it is short lived, but it is so complete for that little while! The fizz gushes up as the drink is poured in a glass. No specific type of glass this time, but there are always stereotypes.
To those who like the slightly dry taste of alcohol – did you think of champagne?
Others exist to whom it is coke or mountain dew or the like…
And for those who perfer the unfizzed I ask a question – how on earth do you survive?