The rains had stopped. Across a cotton field, on my right, hung a rainbow. It rose up out of the cotton, on the far horizon, and disappeared half way up its arc into the scudding clouds. I had one picture left in the camera. I pulled off the road and walked out into the cotton. The air was damp and heavy, full of the smell of rich loam. I stood there a full minute - just breathing.
The rainbow was fading as I framed the shot. I pushed the button. The shutter clicked and the camera issued a low hum as the film rewound. And then it was quiet. I stood there a while longer. Just me and the cotton… and a few ghosts.
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