Simply Colorful

Believe it or not,

I *almost* missed my simple pleasure this week.

 I was racing along those 30 country miles,

completely consumed in my thoughts...

clicking off the mental checklist...

worrying about the dinner I had yet to plan...

I was about a half mile or so from the entrance to our neighbhorhood

when I happened to glance over my left shoulder,

and I saw this.

Isn't that beautiful?

How in the world could I have *almost* missed it?

The husband would never have missed it.

Nope.

He would have been on the lookout for it.

Rainbows, you see, are his simple pleasure.

I have never seen anyone more delighted about a bunch of colors in the sky than that man.

He becomes like a little child.

The minute he sees a ray of sunshine breaking through the rain, he begins the hunt,

twisting his neck in all sorts of positions…

peering through the clouds for the burst of color that he's positive he'll see.

Generally, he's rewarded for his efforts, too.

I can't count the number of times that I have been busy about the house only to be beckoned with a sense of urgency to come out of doors. Years ago, it would alarm me. I would be certain that some show shopping, life altering occurance had taken place. My panic button is pretty much set on "automatic", after all.  

He will just  point to the sky.

Look!

Sometimes, he calls me from the road just to report a significant one. Once he phoned, almost speechless.
Believe it or not, he told me,  he had just driven through a rainbow. The colors had crept through his car window and literally crossed over his arms as he drove. It may seem unlikely, but I believed him.

If God were going to color any person with a rainbow, it would be that man.

So when I saw this perfect arch in the sky the other day, I knew that I had to stop the car, pull out the shiny red Kodak and try… somewhat unsuccessfully... to capture it for him.  Then, I realized that he was home, holed up in an office which looks out, not on the open sky, but on that  piney stick forest.  Very probably, he had no idea what was just though the trees.

So I called him.

And with great urgency, I said,

“Quick! Get outside and meet me in the driveway!” 

He didn't ask why.  He just did it. His panic button is set on "almost never".  I pulled into the neighbhorhood, and there he was, craning that neck like an owl and peering up through the trees.

 So I rolled down the window and yelled to him.

“If you’re looking for a rainbow, you’re going to have to hop in.”

He hopped. 

We sat beside the road for a while, just admiring it.

He dubbed it one of the prettiest ones he had ever seen.

Quite a compliment coming from such a rainbow aficionado.

Now, if you’re thinking that my simple pleasure this week is that rainbow,
 you would be wrong.

I like them, but rainbows are his simple pleasure,

not really mine.

My simple pleasure this week was
watching him
 enjoying his.

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