At Day's End

Yesterday evening Cassie and I started off for our end-of-the-day walk with a few clouds adorning the perimeter of night and dark blue skies overhead shading to crimson, violet and dark indigo along their edges. It isn't the best of times for photography with everything so intensely lit by the setting sun and rising moon all at once, and so, the camera remained at home last evening.

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.