The day has been overcast, gloomy, even. I tromp through the wet grass and leaves and tuck my chin into the high collar of my jacket. When I stand still, my toes wiggle in my Reeboks, looking for warmth.  My belly looks forward to warm food from the kitchen, wanting to be full against the push of the cold. I feel small and alone. But here it is, this blast of color, this river in the sky. Zeus laughs. The clouds know just what is up. In only just one step, I am there, carried into the yellow, the pink and orange, the lavendar of my life.