Somehow I never understood the gloom that Monday mornings are popularly credited with. At any rate, I cannot imagine a morning, be it any morning, beginning with anything but an utter astonishment for a world created anew; for the beauty that lies ahead in the day, waiting to be unraveled. Oh! For mornings! Everything sparkling under the radiant sunshine, the gift of another day to be lived and learnt from, the pure joy of being! And oh! Indeed what joy it was to reach the Palo Alto Caltrain station this Monday to find the full arch of a rainbow over the train tracks. I could only marvel at it in utter glee. It was truly a wonderful sight, and my phone camera did no justice to it. Yet here it is.
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