I like rainbows. I think that they're good omens. Double rainbows moreso, and triple rainbows even better. This morning on the train to work, I saw a big, bright rainbow hanging just under the moon. I managed to get a picture of it, but it had faded a bit by the time I got the picture. I might post the picture when I get home, if I remember. This rainbow was cool because it was unusual. Unusual, I say, because there were only a few clouds in the sky, and it didn't feel as damp as it usually does when rainbows show up. So, a rainbow for no apparrent damned reason. This pleases me.