This morning was a gray sort of morning.

The sun was hidden behind the clouds.

Rain had fallen sometime in the night

leaving evidence a storm had been at work.

As I drove on 421, surrounded by shades of gray


faint but visible colors arched over the morning sky

it was a faint but definitive reminder of hope

that God keeps his promises

that things will not always be gray

on days no rainbow can be found.

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