Rainbows in the Morning

I am not an angry kind of guy, but there are days when life gets to you and you wake in a mood. Today was one of those days. I tried to snap out of it but couldn’t; yesterday’s annoyance just wouldn’t shift. So, I ran.

I took the usual route to my coffee shop pit stop via the quiet fields where the new foals are wandering around after their mothers. I like it whatever the weather, but when it’s hot and humid like today it offers a bit of visual relief. The sun was up early and even at 6:50 am you could tell it was going to be a scorcher. Then I saw it. 

Over to the west, set against the one dark cloud in site was a rainbow. In truth, it was about half a rainbow, but it glowed like ten. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a rainbow in England first thing in the morning in all of my five hundred and thirty-nine years, or so it seems, but it was staggeringly beautiful. And just like that everything felt that little less of a worry.

Thank you rainbow.

PS sorry I couldn’t get a photo, but if I’d stopped running I’d never have started again, and my phone would have struggled to capture it. However, if you dissect my head, the memory is in there.



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