End of the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

E.Y Harburg

The end of the year and the end of a rainbow are curious things. I sit back and think. The rainbow, as beautiful as it is, does not exist without stormy weather. Likewise, I have yet to endure a year without some hardship. It’s how it is.

But I perceive neither negatively. Clear skies follow the rainbow, and growth comes from hardship and storms, especially if one is a sailor. Tomorrow is a new year with new hopes and dreams. Yes, there will be rain and harsh seas, but then there is the rainbow to remind us of the beauty in the world.

I took the featured photo in November on a hike to Ram Head with my son and daughter-in-law. The sky opened up, and the winds howled. It was cold and uncomfortable, yet one of my more memorable moments. My dear wife was looking after SeaSea at the time, or perhaps more accurately, SeaSea was looking after her.

Happy New Year.