I turned the corner, driving that fine line between driving the speed limit and going fast enough to get to school in time to collect the kid getting out of her after-school activity. I snarled at the rain starting again, at my broken windshield wiper I didn’t even know was broken until this morning, at the blister forming in the rain boot that only gets worn once or twice a season.
And then I saw it. And I gasped.
A rainbow. A silly, stupid, glorious rainbow, stretching clear across the sky. A perfect shining rainbow.
And then I laughed.
Because for a minute I couldn’t fathom what I was seeing.
I’d forgotten about rainbows.
What can I say? It doesn’t rain very often in California.
So, I’d forgotten about rainbows.
Rainbows in all their magical, improbable selves. A thing that children color, because they’re so darn pretty and shiny and irresistible.
Rainbows, reminding us that there’s beauty and magic to be found in even the dreariest of days.
I seriously can’t believe I’d forgotten about rainbows.
Just how grown-up and jaded have I become?
What happened to the girl who always looked for the silver lining in every situation? Who always tried to tease the fun out of every moment?
2011 was a brutal year of unending big catastrophes that kept knocking me off my feet.
This year has been less obvious in its relentless sly attacks, and yet, apparently no less draining.
I keep trying to pull myself up from my bootstraps, keep trying to jolly myself out of the gray area I seem to wallow in most often these days, but it’s hard. There are constant reminders about my father. Constant little challenges to overcome. Constant reasons not to smile, but to, instead, force a grin on my face a bear another day.
It’s not how I want to be, not who I want to be.
I want to be the girl who looks for rainbows, not the one who forgets they even exist.