A halo of transfigured light. spanned the hills and autumn gold of scores of aspen groves basking in the morning sun.
But what is this thing we call a rainbow? For all our science talk of vapor, refraction and angle of the sun we surrender still in willing captivity to its beauty, mystery and myth.
Rainbows beguile by their fleeting rarity as ephemeral as life itself - temporal blessings suspended in time unintended and undeserved, spectral bridges between here and there - between what is and what should be.