Light and Dark, Color and Gray
We live in the Pacific Northwest, and it's gray a lot. The past several days, it's been drab and drizzling, or even raining. A cold rain that drips into your collar and down your back like a uneasy feeling.
But this evening the sun came out to play just before tucking below the mountains. The sky was still colorless and choked with clouds, but a horizontal shaft of sunlight skidded across the hilltops to light up the yellow and red autumn trees against the backdrop of dark evergreens.
Then, just to be playful, she tossed a couple of bands of rainbow across the scene. Rainbows that touched the ground in the valley, and climbed high into the sky but disappeared into the stormy clouds about halfway back down. One of the rainbows was so vivid and so bright that you could see the parallel lines between the different colors and pick out each color easily: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
It is easy sometimes to see the world with the wonder of a child or a primitive woman. How can we not feel awe in the presence of a steaming volcano and a reclusive sun suddenly turned bold.
But this evening the sun came out to play just before tucking below the mountains. The sky was still colorless and choked with clouds, but a horizontal shaft of sunlight skidded across the hilltops to light up the yellow and red autumn trees against the backdrop of dark evergreens.
Then, just to be playful, she tossed a couple of bands of rainbow across the scene. Rainbows that touched the ground in the valley, and climbed high into the sky but disappeared into the stormy clouds about halfway back down. One of the rainbows was so vivid and so bright that you could see the parallel lines between the different colors and pick out each color easily: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
It is easy sometimes to see the world with the wonder of a child or a primitive woman. How can we not feel awe in the presence of a steaming volcano and a reclusive sun suddenly turned bold.