Not just one, but two of them in the mist of a wintery mix of mostly slushy, slippie and soggy with a medley of error of past ways. Hidden for a while under the stretched firmament and all its subatomic particles and all its simultaneous synchronization of tepid glinting tears that happened to catch my eye. February is the romantic month after all and the mist of an illusionary era sliding into the eve of the new…what will you make of it all? I’ll be creating double rainbows into the windows of the sky. ✨️