It's been a good weekend. I've worked on some headbands, I hung up some pictures I'd been meaning to hang, did some laundry, met with my therapist, watched some Parks and Rec, went grocery shopping, bought my niece some cute, thrifted threads. And to top off the weekend, I went for a bike ride this afternoon just before dusk.

It felt wonderful. It was just me and the power of my body pushing me forward with each movement. I become aware of my legs and their toil and strength. As the sun was setting, it felt like fall, even though I was sweating. The air was cool and the sky told me there may have been rainfall earlier.

As I biked through the neighborhoods, I looked towards the sky and saw a rainbow. It was amazing and enthralling.

I couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. I had to tell someone. I passed a woman who had just parked her car and was walking across the street, talking on the phone. I pointed at the rainbow and told her to not to miss it. As I peddled away, I heard her exclaim to the person she was talking to on the phone.

As I kept biking, I periodically saw people come out of their houses and look up towards the sky. Some took pictures, but some just stood and stared.

Soon the rainbow was stretched and bowed across the entire sky. And soon after, it wasn't alone. Another one appeared above it.

It was awe-inspiring and calming.