Rush hour traffic on Friday morning. A chopped-off bar of colour appears ahead, directly above the steering wheel.
A sideways glance at my passenger. “Look at the gorgeous bit of rainbow!”
No response from Daughter. I turn into the bus station, and …
An equal-opposite matching wedge in pastel colours. The slices cling to the sky, like two pillars on either side of the building.
Enchanting. Delighted …
“Look, another piece. Heaven is smiling!
! It’s going to be special!”
Daughter throws a puzzled look and hops out of the car. “Bye, Mom.”
I park some feet away, remove sunglasses, raise camera-phone to click. No rainbow.
Disappointed. Turn key in the ignition, put sunglasses back on and … my chunks of rainbow are back!
Lower the glasses to the tip of my nose. Rainbow-chunks disappear. Realization dawns. These stumps of rainbow are only visible through tinted glasses. Daughter never saw them. She must have thought I was nuts.
I’ve just seen beauty un-visible to the naked eye. Life’s like that sometimes, isn’t it?
I drive home realizing that
because Inner Me wears tinted lenses born from the dark seasons she’s lived through.
I suppose the soul-sunglasses are to blame for how my eyes perceive things. Like last week, when I was in the mall minding my business. I had this serious urge to step into Hallmark Cards and …
Three ceramic ornaments in different spots — two below eye level and half turned away from where I stood — held hands and stood up to shout with one voice –
Message for the day?
– honest! I’m
to convince me and
I took this picture some months back.
How I laughed. That’s me. I can’t help it!
P.S. Keep the sunglasses on!
This post is dedicated to my friend Marietta with my thanks for the pictures she took and shared with me. I’ve used one of them in this piece. All the other photos are digital moments captured on my phone.