So I drove through the end of a rainbow today. It was either the end or the beginning; it didn’t matter in the moment just something I wonder about now as I look to assign meaning to the event.
Maybe it means he’s coming back for me when he’s ready and to hold onto hope. Maybe it means nothing. On a grey day, I drove through a rainbow, or maybe it drove through me.
It is an unequivocal truth that when one sees a rainbow, it’s impossible not to smile. I did. I saw a rainbow and even the grey clouds in my mind parted way enough for me to be light, even if only for a moment.
It was ephemeral but it was real.