As I put the music on for a second time, I was near farmland, passed ploughed fields, patchwork land sewn like an old quilt, old barns, hay stacks, wild-shaped trees and scare-crows. Rain started to fall incessantly. Driving into the eye of a storm. Just rain. Nothing remarkable really, but today the sun set for me. On my left was a clear, golden sundown, that encroached so on the storm clouds and motorway mist, that the whole world glowed halcyon. My skin turned amber, the fields were paved gold. All things entered into perfect slow motion sepia. Everything I passed; every object, each frame seemed still, silent, serene. There was no unease on the road, only beauty and peace caressed by the whoosh of spray. I glanced to my right and the sunset was having its impact too. Through the storm clouds was projected an enormous and perfect lucent rainbow, twinned with one forming a ring outside it, but not quite so bright. This towering beacon shone out through the amber glow of the sunset storm and attracted a gathering of white birds, which encircled a black crow, dancing around him in the sky. An old tree, semi-naked in the brown, now aureate field pointed the way to the edge of the storm and who could blame him? The magic of the fiery sunset, a splendid orange orb surrounded by silvery shining clouds, sat face to face with Rainbow, a tranquil bounty of colour and serenity. They each of them peacefully combined and formed the scene ahead. So in front of me as I drove the sky turned purple then indigo, violet, orange and brown gold. Fields turned to sky and sky to fields. My heart raced, yet stood still. As I breathed, Sun and Rainbow faced each other for a while, leaving behind the black canvas of night glistening with heavenly stars.
© Sam Joseph