A Rainbow Over the Gers

The squall came through at four, flattened the grass for twenty minutes, and left as payment a complete rainbow over the village, both feet planted, colors at full strength. The Niva steamed by the fence. The gers steamed. Everything steamed and shone at once.

I stood at the fence line with the wet wind on my back and watched until it faded, which took long enough that my neighbors began pointedly resuming normal life around me.

Some images are so unearned you feel you should apologize to your own blog for posting them. Consider this that apology. The rainbow was really there. The Niva really is that red. The steppe does not care what looks plausible.