The rainbow ends in a field in North Dakota.

In fact, it both begins and ends in North Dakota. Who knew?

Last night's rainbows.

My very first day of teaching, in 1998, I was driving to Crookston, scared out of my gourd. I kept thinking, "What if I don't like it? What if I suck at teaching?" I had a Master's degree, but absolutely zero experience in front of the classroom.  I was starting to get more than a little panicky, but then, quite suddenly, I saw a large hawk on a fence, and behind him was a lovely little rainbow. I'm not much for superstition, but I felt comforted by what must've been a good sign.

I don't know what last night's rainbows indicate, but how can it help but be good?