Ten minutes before my shift ends, I see a rainbow in the sky. After having tears in my eyes and wanting to let them fall, but stopping myself because I was not alone, I see a rainbow in the sky. After wearily awaiting the end of my shift, because I was annoyed, or irritated, or down or frustrated, whichever one it was, I see a rainbow in the sky. And for some reason I’m excited. I’m smiling broadly, holding my cheeks and commenting on how pretty it is. I haven’t seen a rainbow in a long time, and I can’t believe how much seeing one lifted my spirit. I also can’t believe how much that rainbow has faded since my first look at it.
There are five minutes left in my shift. And I’m leaving early.