The morning message

It's not every place you land that opens its door to a sunrise.  This door doesn't.  Instead there is a shroud of mist, born from the thermal spring that fills the river.  If you sit, silent in the early morning, you get treated to the shifting colours of dawn and the sounds of birds awakening.

As the sunlight drifts over the mountains everything comes alive.  And if you wait, patiently and expectantly, rainbows dance in the music of the falls.

No one interrupts this great event.  It's you.  The birdsong.  The rainbows and the overwhelming and settledness that comes with the reminder you and G-d hold as His truth......the truth as it's sealed itself through experiences.

And then, without your notice,  a time wisened man with a dog appears and asks, without a look in your direction, "You know what a rainbow mean?"

Pot of gold?  Water particles fracturing light?  You wonder which answer was he looking for.
And before you can answer he tells you.
And disappears as he appeared....Without your notice.

And once again...
It's you.
The birdsong.
The fading rainbow.
The falling water.
And the overwhelming settledness....sealed in the man's answer:

"G-d keeps His promises."