Journal 50: Rainbow

After an hour or more had lapsed in front of the screen, unconsciously, I watched back at the blind, which has never been raised. A light glow had penetrated the slots between shafts, piecing up a pallet of fanciful opalescence softly and loftily. As I rotated the strips, I was stunned by the scenery ahead my eyes. Within the window frame, rainbow drew a complete arc, as if a nacreous, lustrous bridge had been built from the tranquil yard of the facing house to the water not too far away.