“Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?”
— PABLO NERUDA
Last night there was a crazy rain storm. The sun was shining all around, yet right above me there was a cloud that wept out huge rain drops. As I darted under the nearest tree I thought “this is rainbow weather”, and then I looked up and there they were. Not one, but two. They reached across the span of my vision, one bright and one arcing perfectly, but ever so faintly, above the first. You and me? I think so. It has been 37 months. You are ever with me and I am ever with you.
