Michael and I were on our way home from Bethlehem early evening. We weren't in the car when we first saw it. We were standing next to a cornfield. The sky was a tumble of slate gray clouds with a fat white dollop of cloud on top.
Then, the rainbow, arching over all of it, fully formed, touching down on both ends.
Michael said, "Look honey, a rainbow."
I turned around. First thought, it's a bridge.
