Rainbow's End
I love that a rainbow inspires softness in the thought life of people looking at it. Why is that do you think? I don't know about you, but for me, it's the ethereal way that the washday hues are hung out across the sky, over a valley, in the sea or any other place we least expect to see it. A rainbow neither billows on the breeze nor whips about trying to escape the clutches of a fawning wind, it is past, present and future all at once. It has no reason to push in and demand attention, it simply... Sign in to see full entry.