Racing to the window in the aftermath of a storm, we look to the sky for a rainbow, thinking only of its colorful curvilinear path through the sky, as though it were an object with strictly defined properties…in flight we pass over, under, and through them…We recognize that while the meteorological conditions are similar in many ways, the circumstances of each event are wholly unique, as though each occurrence were painted by a different hand…and we come to understand that the wonder of the rainbow is not in how they seem to magically appear, rather the wonder is that each rainbow is singular in its beauty and detail as it assumes the essence of an ethereal watercolor painted on a constantly varying vaporous canvas.

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