Article November 12, 1984 ISSUE

The rainbow

FRED C. STEDHAM

Early one fine autumn morning as I looked out from our front door, I could see a lovely rainbow over the calm waters of the bay. There was great beauty in that scene, with the colors blending wonderfully and fading out softly at the extremities. This gave rise in me to quiet contemplation.

A little later when I glanced out of the window, the rainbow had disappeared. Where had it gone? Conditions in the atmosphere had changed so that they no longer produced the phenomenon of beauty.

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