On my desk sits a translucent green bottle filled with liquid that glows green in the bottle but pours clear yet bubbly. The bottle has a shine to it that tells me its plastic and not glass. Four stubbly nubs hold it balanced. Its shape is not unlike my own like an hourglass with cushioning but narrow at the top like a neck and head. I suppose that’s why they call that part the neck. Bubbles drift on the inside up from the bottom to the top from time to time like gas under the sea. On the inside of the bottle, moisture beads up around the neck. The blue (or is it green?) top captures all of this on the inside of the bottle creating a microcosm. It’s strangely beautiful when you contemplate this simple mass produced man made thing. How is it that something so commonplace can suddenly be brilliant and lovely when given a deeper look and thought? Perhaps even in the mess on my desk covered with post its and notes and computers and all sorts of papers, there is a piece of art disguised as a 20oz. bottle of Sprite.