Let’s face it…. Rainbows are fleeting wonders born from just the right mix of sunlight and rain. They stretch across the sky as if nature herself is painting in real time, leaving us in awe of their beauty. Over the years, I’ve seen countless rainbows, each unique and special in its own way. But there’s one rainbow that stands out above the rest—a rainbow I named Fred.
Fred wasn’t just a rainbow to me. Fred was a memory, a moment frozen in time, and a reminder of the magic that exists in just the ordinary.
On the day Fred and I met, it was one of those days where the weather couldn’t quite make up its mind. Oh, of course, Indiana! A steady drizzle had been falling all afternoon, but every now and then, the clouds would break just enough to let a few rays of sunlight peek through. I was on a walk, lost in thought, when I turned a corner and saw it. Fred was full frontal in his glory!
Fred was a full, vibrant arc stretching from one end of the horizon to the other. But what made him special wasn’t just his size or intensity; it was the way he seemed to glow. The colors were richer, bolder than any rainbow I’d ever seen. It felt like Fred wasn’t just there by chance—he was there for me. And only me!
But why Fred, right? I don’t know why I named the rainbow Fred. Maybe it’s because Fred sounds like the name of a dependable friend—someone who shows up when you need them most. That’s exactly what this rainbow felt like: a friend who appeared out of nowhere to lift my spirits.
Fred didn’t just hover in the sky. He radiated warmth, as if to say, “Hey, don’t take life too seriously. Even in the rain, there’s beauty.”
Like most men, Fred didn’t last long, of course. Rainbows never do. But his brief visit left a lasting impression. He reminded me to slow down and savor the small, magical moments that life offers—moments we might otherwise overlook in the hustle and bustle of daily life.
Since meeting Fred, I’ve noticed a new part of me… new and alive! C’mon, let’s go dance in the rain!
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