Before Aaron left for his ride this morning, he popped in to kiss my sleepy face goodbye.
“It’s raining,” he said, “but go run.”
I got up shortly after, and starting putting clean dishes away while eating a Larabar and psyching myself up for my long (4 mi) run today.
Then… I saw this directly out of the kitchen window.
It started as just a little burst of color shooting out from behind those trees, but I watched as it slowly stretched to become a full rainbow. (I couldn’t get a picture of the whole thing on my phone, but use your imagination.)
Rainbows mean different things to different people, but today, this rainbow spoke to me. It said (in the voice of God or the Wizard of Oz or whatever you’d like to imagine):
“DEVON. IT’S TIME TO RUN.”
I’m off to find the pot of gold!