During the last 4-5 miles of yesterday's 26.5 ride, this appeared in the sky. It shared some characteristics of a rainbow, however, it wasn't raining and it wasn't in the shape of a bow. Hmmm... to us it was more like someone, Izzi, touched an enormous grey watercolor wash with a finger, and slid it down the canvas. As blessed as we have been feeling lately, we were suprised when we pulled into our yard and our little house was not lit up in all the colors of a rainbow. :) (Nor was there a pot of gold. Hmmph.)
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