Both my housemate and I had what the French call a white night. She's jet lagged from her flight from California. I slept hard for an hour and woke and couldn't fall back. Thus sleep alluded both of us.
In the morning we staggered into the hall between our rooms to exchange greeting grunts rather than our usual cheery "good mornings".
We did accomplish our usual morning tasks, let the cat out, let the cat in, make breakfast.
I was starting my writing at my work station in my bedroom and she came back upstairs to get dressed.
She called me to come quick. I crossed the hall into her bedroom and looked out over the lake.
The Jura were hidden in gray clouds, but breaking through in the upper left hand of the sky was a 20% piece of a rainbow.
Who needs the pot of gold at the end?
Not us.
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