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A good omen...

Rainbow
This was the view out my back door the other day.  It's one of the perks of living here.  growing up in Jersey - I can't say I ever saw a real rainbow before in my life.  It was beautiful.  I stood there and watched it until the clouds came in and took it from view.
I'd like to say it's a sign of good things to come.  I like to think of it as a good omen that came to lift my spirits.  I've been down the last week or so, but the last couple of days, I've been feeling a lot better and more like myself.  Hopefully, it's a sign of brighter days...

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Nate said…
Quite amazing! I've seen more rainbows here in King's Lynn in the past five months than I have seen in the past several years back home in Boston. You caught quite a nice one. Can you believe this damn rain? Enough already. I want the sun. I'm so craving some baking in the sun. I am not going to resort to the electric beach if I can afford it.
Hope all is well down your way. I'm certain that this was a good omen for you and Wayne.
Take Care
All My Best,
Nate
p.s. I'm not finding that this whole being back to work scheme is really cramping my time to catch up on everything else. . .I guess my six month holiday has come to an end.
10:31 PM
Chantal said…
Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson
8:34 AM
Erren said…
Nate,
I hope you do move to Brighton - we can meet up for shopping or coffee or drinks (it is the national past time after all)... I hope we get some summertime weather soon. I too am in desperate need of a tan!
Chantal,
Your quote was beautiful and actually made me cry (I guess my hormones aren't back to normal just yet). Thank you for sharing it.
11:50 AM
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