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I went jogging this evening after emotionally heavy discussions. The sun had come out after a cloudy day, but its direct light was only hitting tree foliage and rooftops, nothing lower (it was around 8:30 PM). I hurried to the Valois pedestrian overpass and I wasn't too late. At the top of the arch I caught the sunlight full in my face, spreading out my arms like the corny solar-powered engine I am sometimes. (Corny solar-powered engines always hug the distant sun, don't you know.)
Then I started up again, facing the other way, and there was one leg of a rainbow. In its inner curve was a reflection. ROYGBIVroygbiv.
When I got down to the Lakeshore and was running along the sidewalk I could see the rainbow's whole arch. I looked forward at the rainbow, the blue sky, the orange-pink clouds. I looked back at the sunset - a brilliant sight, gold-orange lining the clouds. The rainbow was a halo I was moving towards.
I'm not superstitious - is that true? maybe that's not true - but it was a comforting symbol after the latest American shooting at a gay nightclub. It didn't have to be a symbol, of course. It was nice in itself. And that wasn't what the emotionally heated discussion had been about, although hearing the news hadn't helped my mood.
Anyway. Rainbow. Dad said sunset rainbows are unusual. I asked, Are they? What I know of rainbows wouldn't make evening rainbows any more unusual. Sun hits water droplets at an angle, thus rainbow.
Ah ha. Science. Actually, it's MORE common to see rainbows closer to sunrise or sunset: http://www.accuweather.com/en/weather-blogs/weathermatrix/what-is-the-best-time-of-day-for-a-rainbow/32588
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