Stop and smell the rainbows

"Come outside," he says.

Really? Now? In the middle of all this? What is it that you need that is so urgent it can't wait until I'm off the phone, until I'm done cleaning up other people's messes.

What do you want now when I'm busy, when everything is messed up and I'm trying to deal with it?

"Come with me," he says.

I follow him outside, impatiently barking at him. "What do you need?"

"Look," he says. And points up at the sky.

The voice in my ear fades away, as everything slows down. I stare up at the most magnificent rainbow coming out of the clouds.

"It was much bigger before," he says.

I smile. I pause, and take a breath before everything speeds up again.

There is always time for beauty.