I’m seeing a lot of these.
It is nothing mystical: we have had our fill of rain and sun here. It was bound to happen that the rainbow was a feature of our skies for a while.
Hey, it’s just a spectrum, suspended up there in the great blue beyond. A serendipitous conjunction of reflection, refraction and dispersion.
Did you know they are circular? If you’re in a plane in the sky with a bird’s eye view you can see the whole thing, but we mortals walking on the ground find it hard to see the whole picture. Even the arc we can see is impossible to capture whole on camera without a wide-angle lens.
Our vision is earthbound and consequently limited.
And you can’t get to them. They’re an optical illusion, and any attempt to run to the foot of the arc and claim the gold is doomed. No amount of vision can bring the rainbow nearer or allow us to stake a claim to it. That’s ephemera for you.
Religion would have us believe they are a promise. An indication from a higher power that something out there is in control and smiling on us.
They do have a habit of appearing at the damnedest times.
Endless, cyclical, unattainable and an emblem of the breathtaking beauty of which this jewelled globe is capable, I believe the rainbow speaks for itself. It needs no man-dreamt construct to explain it. It is a symbol, as Wordsworth said, of the most natural piety.
“My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety. “