Last evening's weather was downright weird. We must have been skirting the edge of a storm. The sky was pink, but it was the dingy pink of a lingerie hem soiled by too many wearings. It cast an odd light on everything, making the budding trees across the lake look for all the world like it was October instead of May. I stopped the car and took a picture.
Then I noticed the rainbow. Like everything else it was a bit skewed by the filter of the pink light. Only two bands were visible, the pink and the orange. It was too ephemeral to photograph; but it had a kind of end of the world feel to it. I found myself in a hurry to go inside!