To You … With Love,

Upon A Saturday evening in returning home from Ark., via 255, we approached the exit ramp for Interstate 55. It was around 6 p.m. as the setting sun reflected the light behind us while the on-coming route ahead of us was mysteriously dark.

In the combined light and darkness there was a eerie demeanor around us. "Strange sky", I said to my sister-in-law Mary. "There should be a rainbow", she answered. And we found it. Soft purple rose, pastel yellow, and baby blue colored the sky in an arch of glory.

When we veered in a different direction the arch appeared to move, encompassing us around until...