A rainbow over the mountains. I’d like to say more… but what else can I say that isn’t already captured in the moment of seeing a rainbow? There’s a childlike wonder that never disappears, now matter how much we age, whenever a rainbow appears in the sky.
We might grow older and more cynical. Maybe even more bitter.
But we always look up and smile when we see a rainbow.
Aspiring writer. Librarian. All-around nerd. My blog Word-Maleerie comes from the word "whigmaleerie," which means a whim or notion. So my blog's topic? Whims/notions about words. I write stories, novels, poetry, plays, observations, columns--you name it. I've always loved words and now I'm trying to make my dream to be an author come true.
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