Just out of the shower, baby in bed, husband putting toddler to sleep; I look down the hall to see the front room awash in that lemon-zest glow that is common of the dawn, but a prized gift for bedtime. Still seeing a light rain to the west where the sun is ready to slip behind the mountains, without hesitating I grab the camera and bolt out the kitchen door, sure there will be a heaven-sent rainbow in this reminding light. Out in the misty rain, I look over the house to the east and the direction of the passing storm. A double rainbow straddling the Rio Grande valley from the cliffs north of town to the southern range, our house directly beneath the shining arches which are brightly illumined against the indigo storm traces. I start running west into the sage brush and prairie grass field, hair wrapped in towel, barefoot and happy, thinking so much for having just scrubbed my old summer feet. Chasing skies is worth the mud. Heading back toward home as the rainbows begin to fade into dusk, I thank God and look forward to midnight’s meteor shower for more spiritual food.
© 2016, Amaya Engleking