Bright autumn days are my favourite. The sky, tinted a silver-satin grey with perpetual cloud cover – softly diffused sunlight bathing the streets in a warm, hazy glow. I like it best when it rains and the air begins to shimmer, the puddles on the pavement seem to glow, and without looking, I just know that there is a rainbow overhead.
Every time I see a rainbow, I am 6 years old, standing in the tiny garden at the back of my school playground, staring up at the stripes of colour smudged across the sky in awe. Every time I see a rainbow, I am in Sunday school, learning for the first time about Noah’s Ark and God’s promise of mercy. I am not sure if I still believe in God, but a rainbow still feels like a peace offering, like a sign that everything will be alright.