How these rapids so violently attack the trees. As the sun sets, a pale beige grades at the sun to stone gray on the opposite edge of the horizon. Thinly overcast, rain pouring. It compliments the speed of the current. The flood rose the banks of the river. Lush green on the hills, through the moss like dense earth carpet and ferns exploding out of the trees and soil.
Suddenly, the sunlight intensifies. Brighter, yet still pale. Coffee cream color. The river roars louder. As you listen, it is deafening. So pleasantly the water drowns--drowns out noise and clamoring of everything. Just as you see it, hear it, feel it, brighter still. Sepia. All becomes sepia. Golden gray. Milk chocolate colored water. White gold vegetation.
And when you turn around, there it is. Breathless. A rainbow, the band of color arcing over the stone sky. The clouds break away just a patch of blue, a clearing, a hole in the sky. The rain thins. Yet just as quickly, the rainbow vanishes. If you had not turned, you would not have seen it. It all was so complete. Sacred. As the rainbow disappeared, everything in this moment finally drew to its close.
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