On a perfect spring or summer day, when everything is perky and bright anyway, rainbows are just the frosting on the cake. Very yummy but sort of more than you need. But once fall really gets going, it’s way different. It’s been raining for days and days now. You feel, in your bones, how cold it’s soon going to be. You are checking for cracks in every shell you live in trying to figure out how the cold will get at you. Through the patio doors. Through the electrical sockets. Through socks that have sprouted holes. Through a sweater that’s somehow not buttoning right anymore. You are bracing for the winter.
And then a rainbow like this happens. There is nothing better than a rainbow arched in a deep gray fall sky.
In a clearing off Sorenson Road, near Hillman’s Long Lake. October 27, 2011.