Fancy our surprise when we reached the edge of the village commons, and a heavy rain started to fall, with hardly a cloud in sight. We both stood watching fascinated as dark pearly clouds rolled over everything and obscured both the setting sun and the waxing moon. Soaking wet, we turned toward home, and there was a rainbow before us, arching right over the little blue house in the village.
The finest of rainbows is but a fleeting thing, and by the time I was outside again with camera and wide angle lens in hand, the rainbow was climbing into the clouds like a bird and fading right away. Curled up together in the garden, we watched it go, and we thought about how we and the seasons are fleeting things.
4 comments:
how beautiful...the words and the image..thank you.
Hugs.
Spectacular!
Such rich hues. You captured the rainbow and the feeling of the experience.
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