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  • After a particularly long time on the road, our eyes drooping shut after hours of the same beautiful rises and falls of greenery and the drone of cars roaring in victory as they pass by, we near the end of our journey.
    The sky is a light yet intense grey, grey as dove's wing, and translucent drops of rain speckle our windshield. Yet the sun still shines through a thin curtain of hazy sky. The breezes are cool, yet their is warmth. Everything is balanced. Everything is perfect.
    And then- whoosh! Color engulfs the windows, mini rainbows form in strips briefly on the glass. For a single moment, the world is color and light. And then it is gone, and there is nothing to be seen but the road and the church and the trees and the grey and streams and speckles of dribbling rain drops where only a moment before danced the colors of the rainbow.
    Automatically, the corners of my lips curve up. I know exactly what has happened.

    Above the tree tops, a rainbow appears, standing tall and grand, reaching to infinity; the same rainbow who's colors we had just shared.
    Driving through a rainbow's not something you forget in a hurry. It is something you digest upon for a long time, it is an experience that you share with many people, it is something that makes you look closer at life's beauties, at miracles, at God.
    The only regret of mine is not making a wish in the midst of that once-in-a-lifetime moment of color; for if there is ever a time and place where the magic is present to make a wish come true, isn't it driving through a rainbow? Though it would be ironic, perhaps selfish, to ask for anything in the midst of a blessing.
    And if this blessing had a message, then it was this: Welcome home, welcome home...everything will be alright.
    I had just driven through a rainbow. I was feeling lucky, joyful, hopeful. I was feeling like everything would be alright for a long time to come.
    And It was good to be home.
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