I'm an early riser. Mrs G is allowed to sleep on as I begin my breathless morning write - as many words as I can before the world wakes up.
Wednesday morning began early with rain on the skylight, but when the sun rose it hit the maize fields at the back of the stables and flooded the entire plain with gold. The backdrop of the sky was, however, near black and threatening.
And then, the most perfect rainbow I have ever seen began forming. Rising in a majestic arc, beginning (or ending) in the fields of gold and ending (or beginning) somewhere in the distant estate.
So, Mrs G was woken with more than her coffee and muesli.
By the time we had opened the skylights to get a better view things had changed.
For the better.
A second arc had formed above the first, just as bright, just as perfect. We were blessed.
I can only imagine the impact of a natural phenomenon such as this in simpler days, before technology, before media. It would have been seen as an omen of sorts. A good one, surely?
Blessed indeed. Our day (our shared day) began in spectacular fashion.
Images? No. We simply gazed in wonder and let nature leave an indelible imprint on our memory.
Aah, look at the colours!
Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain
Do you have a favourite mnemonic?
Now...back to the books: Bloodstones & Slow Poison
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