I arrived home today a tad pooped thanks to a horrid night’s sleep and the general toll that Mondays can have on a person. I promptly threw off my work clothes and jumped into my pjs, ready to chill out for the remainder of the evening. When I opened my fridge to heat some leftovers for supper, I noticed that all I had available for lunch tomorrow was a solitary red pepper, some badly wilted spinach and yogurt.
Despite my ability to rationalize staying in on just about any evening, I decided that I needed more substance for my meals this week, so I grudgingly threw some street clothes on and made my way to the nearest grocery store, noticing some ominous clouds making their way towards my part of town.
Once I had completed my power shop, I exited the store to discover that rain had started to fall but the sun was still shining brightly (one of my favorite things). I crossed the street and turned around to see a massive rainbow arcing from downtown all the way over the buildings in front of me and down the perpendicular street. There were people stopped up and down the roads pointing and commenting. Above the sounds of city traffic, there was a collective murmur of awe and appreciation. It was beautiful.
Even without all the dramatic descriptors, we all know how I feel about rainbows, so I followed my instincts and whipped out my cell phone ready to take a picture as a keepsake. I frantically started button mashing and it jammed up, unable to function with my anxious haste. Disappointed, I rushed home, threw all of my purchases in the fridge, grabbed my camera and then raced outside to try to get a picture of the gloriousness which had graced me just a few moments earlier.
Sadly, the rainbow had all but disappeared by the time I made it to the park across the street but the smell of the rain lingered along with the memory of the almost picture perfect end to an otherwise normal day.
