On Sunday night, I was much more stressed out about the whole maybe-moving-on-next-to-no-notice-maybe-not thing... I walked down to one of the tiny parks overlooking Lake Monona and stood staring moodily out at the water. I don't know why I looked up, but there was a faint rainbow arched in the clouds. The kayaker who waved at me didn't see it. The family that joined me at the park didn't see it. It was somehow unreasonably reassuring to see it there.
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