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Double Rainbow

A rainbow in Camas: I’m at the beautiful, remote campus of Camas on the Isle of Mull in Scotland. Surrounded by people for the last three days and traveling for the last two weeks, I’m stealing a few moments of rest of the fullness of the afternoon, trying to nap in my dorm. I hear the voices of my Camas companions outside exclaiming about a rainbow. Having already seen one that day, I resolve to ignore the commotion. Luckily, their excitement is great enough that I tear myself out of bed and peek out the window to see the most beautiful rainbow setting of my life – a brilliant, full rainbow stretching from sea to pink granite coastline. I join in the exclamation, thrilled to have left the warm comfort of my nap for this incredible display of beauty.

A rainbow for the Frisbees: I’m inside with my grandparents and Nana says she thinks it looks like there might be a rainbow outside, even though it's not raining and hasn't been all day. Not a minute later, Wyatt walks in and tells us...there’s a rainbow outside! The whole family, all four generations, happens to be gathered at that moment. We walk out to see it and I hold Nana’s hand as she exclaims in delight, “I can’t remember the last time I saw a rainbow!” “Chelsea brought it back from Scotland with her,” Gramps says. “What are the colors of the rainbow, Wyatt?” Nana asks. We all try to say them in order, and maybe between all of us we get it right: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet. We disperse, heading to our respective dwellings for our respective dinners. “Bye bye, Rainbow,” little Porter says as he looks back over his dad’s shoulder at the colors in the sky.


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