The sharp granite point of Discovery Point points to a low-hanging curtain of rainbow projected onto fog rising from the dark blue lake. Gentle arc celebrates ephemera, the kiss of sun and mist.
Starting on the left, a cloud shadow slowly compresses the glow into the waves until it’s no more than a flat, radiant circle on the surface. I watch it dissolve… dissolve.
The lake closes over, swallows the rainbow gift, saying thank you.
This article appears in Waiting Game.