Back home in California after a wonderful week visiting family in upstate New York. Â Everytime I’m there, I marvel at the landscape: the lush, green hills; the deciduous forests; the profusion of wildflowers; the calm stillness of Otsego Lake (called “Glimmerglass Lake” by the novelist James Fenimore Cooper). Â It’s so different from the ochre summer hills of California.
And as if the usual natural beauty weren’t enough, on Saturday night around dinnertime, we were treated to this:
When a rainbow like that appears, you just have to stop what you are doing and gaze. Â It spanned the lake, brilliant and vibrant, a perfect arch. Â And then as we watched, the faint image of a twin rainbow appeared around it (not captured on film, alas). Â The colors were so distinct and vivid, so much moreso than in this photo.
It stayed for at least ten minutes, maybe more; I sort of lost track of time. Â I looked out from the balcony and drank it in, Â not wanting to leave as long as it was there. Â And I actually found myself grinning and saying, “Okay, God, now you’re just showing off.”
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you.
Where are youÂ seeing beauty today?