September came with rainbows. It’s fair enough, I suppose - one side of the sky in brilliant summer; the other a darkened mass of stormy cloud. Rain fell out of one half and was lit by the other, as the sun beamed low this afternoon. A good old double rainbow was inevitable - a sort of bridge between the two seasons.
Oh we’ll still get a hot day or two I shouldn’t wonder. That’s how September rolls. But slowly and surely, the nights are colder, the stars brighter, and the wind bears its teeth.
I was thinking about a friend I haven’t seen in a while. I have a few now - people I miss greatly. Sigh. There’s nothing to be done. It is gravity, I think, the bending away of friendships. Those who move, those who change, those who just outgrow the things you can’t. And those who outgrow you. That’s the most painful kind. Someone should have warned me.
I’d enjoy painting a rainbow. It’s probably quite difficult to get that exact specific curve right - then the blending of the colours. Get it right though and I bet it looks great; satisfying to let your brush swing across the canvas, then edge in all the yellow greens and the purply blues. Maybe I’ll have a go sometime.
Seasons change. I miss my friend. I miss all kinds of people. The only thing to be done is to make rainbows from the changing season. It takes both you see, the old and the new, the sun and the storm. And it’s so nice to see a bit of colour every now and then, isn’t it?
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