Around here, when a neighbor sees a rainbow, she hollers for her husband to call so-and-so and tell them to get outside; there’s a rainbow. Word spreads in the randomness of our connectedness and everyone (more or less) gets the word.
The other day, I was talking to a friend in Monterey, 10 miles and one large mountain away, when she told me she was watching the most amazing rainbow. I hurried up and got off the phone to run outside, hoping against hope.
Alas, no rainbow – beautiful sky, but no rainbow. After just standing and basking in the beauty of the evening for a bit, I went back inside. But I kept looking out all around to see if it traveled my way – no sightings.
The next day on FB, I saw pictures posted by folk I know to the north, south, east and west of me – rainbow glory as far as 50 miles away.
Surely it was here and I missed it. Or perhaps not. Doesn’t matter either way – my neighbors got to see it and that’s plenty good enough for me – blessing and blessed.
For it is a good day when a neighbor gets a rainbow.