Chasing Rainbows

As I turned the corner to walk across the Mass. Ave. bridge, there it was. I wish the pictures were better. This was the most beautiful rainbow I have ever seen in my life. The colors were so vivid and brilliant, the arc spanning the river Boston on one side, Cambridge on the other.

It was one of those things that made me want to attribute some significance to it. Some deeper meaning, some symbol. Which made me stop and wonder why I would want that? It was light refracting through moisture suspended in the air. Really, what could be a better miracle than that.