Last month, I was hanging out at my brother's house when a surprise storm rolled in. The sky turned an incredible color and graced us with an enormous rainbow that completely draped over the house.
It was one of those rare moments when I didn't have my camera with me, so I raced home to grab it.
Camera strapped tourist-like around my neck, I grabbed a wonky umbrella and hopped on my dad's rusty, old bike.
By that time, the wind was gusting and the midnight sun was disappearing into the hills. Brakes barely functional, I wobbled my way up and down the road, camera smashing into my chest while holding a broken, windblown umbrella behind me.
I thought about the people driving past and what a sight I must've been!
I hoped they had a laugh.
Over the hill I went as fast as I could, desperately willing myself to not be found roadside in a heap of mangled steel with a camera embedded in my chest...
But by the time I arrived, the rainbow was but a mere mirage in my eyes.
It didn't matter.
It was an image I will never forget.
If you've never chased a rainbow, you should.
Listening to: Solitude is Bliss by Tame Impala
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