I love rainbows, and Andy often pokes fun that I'm such a rainbow hunter, often stopping in my tracks if I sense the lighting is right for a rainbow.
The other evening, when I drove home from the Big Four Ice Caves, the evening sunset cast a warm and sparkly orange glow to the west. To the east were dull, gray clouds. As I drove over a bridge over the Skykomish River between Monroe and Duvall, I felt awestruck at the magnificent beauty of the sunset. It's possible I was still feeling a rush from the incredible hike, but the sunset was really, truly glorious. For a moment, I realized that the position of the clouds, the sun, and overall lighting felt like a rainbow could be possible to the east. However, as I drank in the warm light, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the sunset to check, even for a moment. I didn't want to look away from the incredible sunset.
When the trees again obstructed the sun and I actually focused on driving again, I realized something:
It is easy to find beauty in a sunset. However, only by looking for beauty in the misty, and sometimes dark, clouds can one ever discover the magic of a rainbow.
I missed out on seeing any rainbows that day.
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