Under the Arc of a Bow by Julie Miller
We’ve made our way through some wet and foggy weather but even in the midst of the gray blehness of it all (that’s a Snoopy term for you Peanuts followers), there are surprises awaiting us. I walk in the vineyards every morning with two dogs. My favorite time to be out is between 6-7a as there is still some quiet and I can imagine that the distant roar of River Rd. and Hwy. 101 is a river. The sun rises during that hour and last week I watched the light hit the fog. It was dense and there was condensation happening on my bangs, the air was so heavy with vapor. Ahead of me there was an unusually bright patch of fog maybe 20′ across and 300yds. further on, another identical, glowing patch. I lifted my eyes then and realized that the two patches were anchors to an arc that had no color, it was a “fogbow.” The sun was behind me and the dense ground cloud was bending the light to create the arc. I was floored and amazed! In all of my years outdoors, I have never seen or heard of such a thing! I stopped to take in the scene and I realized that the birds were singing and excited. There were two Meadowlarks trading songs with their throaty, flute-like voices, the Robins were laughing and Sparrows flitted between the rows of vines. I thought of our Creator’s promise of no more earth-covering floods with the sign of the first rainbow and though I know the rains and fog will still permeate our late winter months, I was transported to that time of new earth emerging from the flood and life rejoicing under the arc of a bow.
March 21st, 2010 at 6:20 am
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