Racing at over seventy miles per hour last week, I suddenly wanted to put my car in park and stop time in the middle of the Interstate. This particular stretch of road winds people out of the last vestiges of bark and grind held in the suburban sprawls east of Seattle. I typically feel myself settling into my seat, making sure my gas level is sustentative and prepare to cruise into my road trip or pull off on one of the last remaining exits before climbing the scenic Snoqualmie Pass.
On this day, coming up a hill and onto a straightaway, there was a giant, full-spectrum, booming rainbow straddling over the Interstate like the great St. Louis Gateway Arch. Its grandeur transported me out of my seat into a moment of supreme aliveness inside myself.
A strange mixture of feelings and observation to have in a singe moment: operating a vehicle going seventy plus miles an hour, a rare moment to witness the awe of nature, and an inner stirring which no words will really give credence to.
While I proceeded down the road, one end seemed to actually move onto the pavement. At one point, it was as if it touched the hood of my car. I wanted to look around and ask the other cars, can you believe this? Were they touching the rainbow too? We were a group of fellow travelers bound by a gift sent to us while we barreled down the Interstate.
This video is one woman's tribute to the memory of Eva Cassidy, someone who touches her and me. As the song is about rainbows, I will leave you with it.
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Nice to hear of another lover of the here and now. Loved the story and the song.
This is a fabulous rendition of the song! Thanks for posting it!
I know the feeling you speak of. It is indeed transportive.
Thumbed.
I decided then and there that I would make Colorado my home.