When parked in the lot of a favorite supermarket one day last week, typing, as usual, in my car, a man approached my window, gesturing toward the sky.
If not for the thoughtful stranger, I would have missed the most memorable rainbow I have ever witnessed. The full bow stretched high across the sky, every color visible in detail. A bright rosy glow appeared for a time in the center of the arch. I’ve never seen that effect before.
Two days later, as I drove up the lane that leads to lot, at precisely the same time as the rainbow had appeared, I noted that the atmospheric conditions seemed oddly similar to those on that evening when the rainbow filled the sky with wonder.
Sure enough, when I turned my gaze toward the east, there was the base of a rainbow as vivid as the one that was there the other day. What are the chances? I wondered. The spot where the twin phenoenon touched the ground appeared to be identical. Perhaps I should locate the business that sells lottery tickets situated closest to that point.