The Unbearable Being-ness of Light
May. 11th, 2004 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omorkaSo it's been rainy today (as all the Houstonians on the list know).
On Tuesdays, we have dinner with the MIL. As we came out of the restaurant, I looked west and the MIL looked east (typical of us, in some ways).
To the West, a thin ribbon of silver-blue - cloud-lining and open sky - was gleaming under the heavy clouds, just at the horizon, and the clouds were tinged with the lavender and tangerine of sunset.
To the East, there was a rainbow. Not the strips and fragments of rainbow we normally, get, but a full half-circle arc from Earth to Heaven and back. You could see the whole spectrum for a full pi radians.
As we drove home, the Western sky went from silver and lavender to gold and magenta, and while fragments of the arc faded and came back, you could still see most of the rainbow even when we got home. At one point, one of the ground-ends of the bow was behind downtown, and all that glass and steel was reflecting the gold-white-and-violet of the ribbon of sunset, with the gunmetal-grey of heavy summer thunderhead behind it (and the occasional spritz of cloud-to-cloud lightning).
Gorgeous. If Heimdall had knocked on the door, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.
On Tuesdays, we have dinner with the MIL. As we came out of the restaurant, I looked west and the MIL looked east (typical of us, in some ways).
To the West, a thin ribbon of silver-blue - cloud-lining and open sky - was gleaming under the heavy clouds, just at the horizon, and the clouds were tinged with the lavender and tangerine of sunset.
To the East, there was a rainbow. Not the strips and fragments of rainbow we normally, get, but a full half-circle arc from Earth to Heaven and back. You could see the whole spectrum for a full pi radians.
As we drove home, the Western sky went from silver and lavender to gold and magenta, and while fragments of the arc faded and came back, you could still see most of the rainbow even when we got home. At one point, one of the ground-ends of the bow was behind downtown, and all that glass and steel was reflecting the gold-white-and-violet of the ribbon of sunset, with the gunmetal-grey of heavy summer thunderhead behind it (and the occasional spritz of cloud-to-cloud lightning).
Gorgeous. If Heimdall had knocked on the door, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.
