The matrix of black and white dots rise to heaven and become rainbows. Yes sir she had mentioned to me with her fingers in an upward movement against the sky. Another explanation she happened to share in her made up way of relating. Taking a bite of my sandwich I hesitated for a moment remembering that thought. She did have a point come to think of it. You see those steps in the distance brought back that memory. Seeing things in black and white all the time I suppose that’s why the rainbow exists. It’s a song we make up and sing about. Readying to ascend that mountain inside everyone’s heart. Like voices in the distance ringing forth through the opened windows of a building. The breeze becomes a soft touch on my face as I listen. She would say I have a painted rainbow now. Copyright S.Kamber