At the End of the Rainbow

For our last adventure yesterday, Bronwyn and I walked the Range Lake trail after dinner. True to form for the week, it started out sunny and then rained on us halfway through the trek. As we made our way through the subdivision, a full spectrum rainbow developed across the sky (I couldn't capture it all), with a partial double rainbow.

It was a fitting ending to Bronwyn's visit this week: at the end of a bad bout of weather, a symbol of hope and beauty. While it was by and large rainy and cold for her stay, each day had its own rainbow.

And so the daughter has returned to 30 plus temps in Toronto and, no doubt, will miss the cool Yk nights when she had to snuggle under the covers to keep warm.