Drowning, drowning, we are, on the rainforest coast. Most days, the sky is gray, the trees are gray, the landscape two-dimensional. The rains are heavy, the earth like a sponge.<\/p>\n
At noon, the sun broke through today. I walked along the river, cutting a wake between the million-dollar homes and the still brown water. Wind sifting through me, lifting me.<\/p>\n
At the end of the day, the wind howled through my office cracks, pelting me with hail, sideways, putting the whole sopping mess on ice. I followed the storm after it passed, and the scenes were incredible.<\/p>\n
Driving east along the rural flats, the radiant sun at my back, the saturated colours overwhelmed me. Row on row of colour: the crimson cranberry bog, a swatch of verdant grass, a fringe of golden bushes, all contrasted with the intensely blue-gray storm in the distance. And then suddenly an entire, uninterrupted rainbow on the plain.<\/p>\n
Later driving along the highway under cumulus clouds in brilliant sun, straight toward the darkest of violet-gray clouds, the power lines and birds white against the sky. The trees radiant in their spring-like yellows and reds, just waiting to bring forth leaves.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly I’m in the storm, driving on water, yet still illuminated by the sun. Another rainbow. I look for the end of it, and it’s on my car. What a crazy experience to take in this rainbow that is coming down on me.<\/p>\n
Now it is cloudy again, and the trees are gray or dark green and two-dimensional again, and the cars are floating in a mist and heavy rain, and night is falling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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