THROUGH A SPIRITUAL LENS

HEAVENLY HUES

A massive and dramatic thunderstorm had moved into Mystic, the picturesque seaport where I live. Charcoal-colored clouds suddenly let open, splashing fat drops of rain everywhere. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the downpour stopped. Bright rays of sun split the clouds.

I was standing in my kitchen with a friend and happened to peek out the window. I started to say, "There's going to be a rainbow ..." but didn't get to finish the sentence. A bright band of pastel colors was stretched across the sky, and I absolutely had to photograph it. I grabbed my camera and ran out the door. I live only a block from the Mystic River and maneuvered in the street until I had lined up the rainbow so that it appeared to end in the town's historical district.

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