Last Friday, Sandra and I stopped at Moraine Valley Community College for a telescope viewing. We went to the scheduled showing in May, but it was cancelled due to clouds. Despite the fact that it was cloudier on this particular Friday, we headed to the small observatory in the hopes that the skies might clear.
Unexpectedly, we caught another rainbow in the eastern skies as a patch of sun poured through a small break in the West. It was just a short ribbon of a rainbow, but it stretched wide as if the sun were a projector on a cloud screen and the color spectrum were a movie. It lingered for minutes as we made a trek towards the nature area.
The wild grasses and flowers loomed tall with the cattails well above our heads. There is something grounding about being in the midst of it all. Birds at dusk. Clouds. Even the people who came for the viewing.
It was everyone's first time. We chatted with strangers as people came and lingered, hoping. A friend of Sandra's, Antigone, lives nearby and she brought her two young daughters. The youngest kept asking about the telescope, though this night wasn't going to offer a viewing. The host of the night didn't even come. After all, the announcement had stated that if it were cloudy, the event would be cancelled. And it was cloudy, and there was no telescope.
Still we all saw a little of something in the sunset hours.
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