The rain came so gently this morning, soaking the earth, the sweet smells of timothy hay and clover breathing in the dawn. You threw the window wide and the fresh air slipped into the room like a comfortable old friend who knows you've been expecting her.

Last evening while the sun set vermillion in the western clouds there was a full double rainbow standing in the east. The clouds behind it were lavender and violet and deep watery blue all swirling as the air currents eddy against the mountains.

The last rays of sun illuminated the trees, sketching them hard and bright, each leaf and branch in sharp contrast with the dark swirling sky behind them and the prismatic arc sweeping over. It felt like those moments of thought when understanding comes brilliant, when the swirling dark doubts are proved to be secondary to realization, when truth shines.