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While driving home, I saw the most beautiful thing in the world. One aspect of Northwest weather that is often overlooked is how, when the sun does come out, it interacts with the soaked skies in fascinating and dramatic ways. Spring is rainbow season, when the horizon clears by evening and the sun blasts daylight into a darkened world. Long shadows are cast by by clear sunshine under a black sky, as if the sun were under our feet.
Find a clear area and you'll be greeted by the Biggest Damn Rainbow In The World. End to end it stretches, unbroken and brilliant. A faint double can be seen around it, again running the whole distance. Despite their cultural degradation to a symbol of homosexuality and naive optimism, real rainbows have a feirce, humbling beauty. Nothing we can make is this simple and good. The science behind them is simple, but the weather behind them is rare, and complicated, and nothing in science states that it is sensible for their weather patterns to produce light effects pleasing to the human eye. Rainbows are for us, and no other reason.
The saying goes that you find happiness at the end of the rainbow, but something rarely noticed about the ends of rainbows is that you're standing on them. A rainbow actually forms a complete circle, but we usually see an arch as the sun is behind us. But a rainbow in full has its end exactly where you are.
Look towards the sun and its light is filtering through a sky full of rain clouds in ways only astronauts dream about. Colors brighter than a sunset would dare are flying across the clouds, and the rain is still falling. Everything is wet and reflects the sky, leaving the ground shimmering and liquid green.
Summer has arrived in her flowing dress to take Winter as her lover, and they are singing the oldest song. Listen to them, and hear the voice of a world made for you.
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm listening to Baz Luhrmann soundtracks and am feeling dramatic. Besides, if you'd just seen the most beautiful thing in the world and forgot your camera (not that it could capture even a portion of it), you'd want to write something too.
Speaking of cameras, I'm now on deviantart because I'm too damn lazy to set up my own hosting.
I was at the Rev. Horton Heat show with Graham and it was indeed stupendous. Tomorrow I will find out whether his recorded output is also stupendous.
Despite what NPR told me this morning, the pope is apparantly not dead, thought it seems imminent. Jake Tucker's twisted mind should be twisting its way down Hilarity Lane at 100mph right now.
Going back to the 'ham tomorrow. Not that I have a lot to do there, I guess. The fact that I have standing homework assignments hasn't set in. I don't think I care. Right now I just want to be left alone.
Find a clear area and you'll be greeted by the Biggest Damn Rainbow In The World. End to end it stretches, unbroken and brilliant. A faint double can be seen around it, again running the whole distance. Despite their cultural degradation to a symbol of homosexuality and naive optimism, real rainbows have a feirce, humbling beauty. Nothing we can make is this simple and good. The science behind them is simple, but the weather behind them is rare, and complicated, and nothing in science states that it is sensible for their weather patterns to produce light effects pleasing to the human eye. Rainbows are for us, and no other reason.
The saying goes that you find happiness at the end of the rainbow, but something rarely noticed about the ends of rainbows is that you're standing on them. A rainbow actually forms a complete circle, but we usually see an arch as the sun is behind us. But a rainbow in full has its end exactly where you are.
Look towards the sun and its light is filtering through a sky full of rain clouds in ways only astronauts dream about. Colors brighter than a sunset would dare are flying across the clouds, and the rain is still falling. Everything is wet and reflects the sky, leaving the ground shimmering and liquid green.
Summer has arrived in her flowing dress to take Winter as her lover, and they are singing the oldest song. Listen to them, and hear the voice of a world made for you.
___
You'll have to excuse me, I'm listening to Baz Luhrmann soundtracks and am feeling dramatic. Besides, if you'd just seen the most beautiful thing in the world and forgot your camera (not that it could capture even a portion of it), you'd want to write something too.
Speaking of cameras, I'm now on deviantart because I'm too damn lazy to set up my own hosting.
I was at the Rev. Horton Heat show with Graham and it was indeed stupendous. Tomorrow I will find out whether his recorded output is also stupendous.
Despite what NPR told me this morning, the pope is apparantly not dead, thought it seems imminent. Jake Tucker's twisted mind should be twisting its way down Hilarity Lane at 100mph right now.
Going back to the 'ham tomorrow. Not that I have a lot to do there, I guess. The fact that I have standing homework assignments hasn't set in. I don't think I care. Right now I just want to be left alone.
