they seem to have their own stories, sitting, beautifully on a display rack the story of rainbows: a promise, to not kill everyone with another flood. i look out my window. at that bulletproof rainbow, these days, our sense of safety forever gone, we want it back. i hear that promises get broken, shattered like hearts. when the mighty have fallen, nothing and nowhere feels secure. we should try to remember to celebrate our beautiful memories; never forget the fallen, while we breathe.