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. On the top of the arc, a piece of cloud had divided the sky into two separate parts. Here this half, the crimson clouds set off the world beneath them like the dreamily bright night. There, the curtain walls of downtown were reflecting the carmine sunset above the sea horizon. A thin haze had risen from the surface, dispersing the saintly glow from the bridge piers.
I gazed outside the window, looking up to the natural beauty of succinctness. Were we younger, we had always prayed for a real rainbow bridge, as we could drive and walk over the cloud edge all the way to the far shore of ocean. The road underneath us would be smooth and straight, not hampered by any trees or rocks. The image over the rainbow is stored in the utmost perfectness deep inside our illusions.
Steadily and gradually, the peak dissolved in the biggest marshmallow, and disappeared. The rainbow bridge was dissipating, as the wind blew the cloud through its lissome yet frail body, except two glistering ends. The sky was slowly changing its colour, bluer, not as warm as it had been, and eventually to what it should have been, a normal early evening. The raindrops fell from the eaves, where I could still sense that mysterious faint purple as if they were washed out by the passed iridescence. In the distance, the cobalt sky shrouded the houses, buildings, yachts, and trees, donning the hallucinations a moment ago with the weariness of dark night.
The rainbow passed away, replaced by streetlights that connect into glowing lines, by the blind that was still tilted downwards a little.
I took out my cell phone, and wrote down the evanescent beauty.