Rainbows and Moons

It was easy to feel that it was simply another dull November day. The sky was grey, the clouds were greyer, the rain and wind kept coming straight at me. Then, as i walked along George Street from the bus-stop towards Hanover Street, the Mound and New College i looked down towards New Town and there was a rainbow, faint but definite.


And then again, as i walked back along George IV Bridge after the college library gently evicted me so that they could close for the night, i glanced down Chambers Street and there, high above the street lights, was the Moon, bright and bold, one day past Full but not quite ready to wane!


Sometimes i miss the beauty that is there, sometimes i see the beauty but don't recognise it, and sometimes, just sometimes, it hits me with all its potency and i am replete.