The first year that I was flying, I noticed a little boy looking out the windows at the puffy clouds. I asked him if he, like me, wished he could go play in them…they looked so soft and fluffy. He looked at me and said, quite seriously, ‘You do realize that clouds are nothing but water vapor and if you tried to step out there, you would plummet to the earth’. I stood there, rather dumbfounded. I vaguely remember smiling at him and saying something like ‘Oh, I know. I still think they’re pretty’. As I turned and walked away, I remember thinking, ‘I still would like to play in them’.

This morning, as we were walking along one of the paths that we enjoy, we saw the beginnings of a rainbow. As we walked, it seemed to grow…both in size and in brightness. By the time we turned the corner and it we could no longer see it, it was a full rainbow.

Yes, I know that a rainbow is merely light being reflected, refracted, and dispersed through water droplets.

I also know that a rainbow signifies the covenant between God and the earth.

I know that when I see a rainbow, I smile because I see hope.

I see beauty.

I see the storm…and perhaps it continues to rage, yet I look for the rainbow. For the hope. For the love.

So, call me a dreamer, but I will continue to look up.