Rainbow

I saw a rainbow this afternoon. It wasn’t a sign of new beginnings; it wasn’t Mother Nature putting on a show for me and it didn’t manifest because I needed one today. It was just light, being scattered by water. What if that’s what a woman is? What if that’s what you are? You didn’t come for a grandiose mission. You’re not a savior or a sign, a blessing or a reward. You’re a natural phenomenon. You’re just light, passing through water. Does that make it easier? Does it take the pressure off?