Rainbow in the Snow
A bird landed on her roof. The woman opened the window. She thought and smoked. She was no longer standing by the window. She went back to last week, last month, last year, five years before, ten years before and to her childhood. There she saw a happy little girl, still smiling in her red dress and running under the rainbow. She stroked her hair and closed her window. It snowed, she loved the snow but it was cold. She stood behind the window and watched it snow…
He saw the little girl running under the rainbow. He watched it snow with her, she didn’t know. He saw her dreams and hopes when she smoked and thought. He took her photo behind his steamy window. He named it “The Girl Who Followed the Rainbow”. She did not know. He then took the picture of the snow. She was no longer standing behind her window. He stood in the balcony, began to smoke. He smiled at the Moon before he closed his door. It was cold but there was something in the sky, stars and clouds and it was warm. It was just like the girl who followed the rainbow in the snow. He loved the way she smoked…
“Hey look!” she said to her friend while walking towards the Regent Park.
“What?” asked her friend.
“The Girl who Followed the Rainbow” they both read on the board.
“Shall we go and see it?” asked she.
“Yeah why not?” replied her friend.
“We can go now, it is on,” she said as excited as the girl who she imagined to follow the rainbow.
“Then let’s go now!” her friend replied. They immediately walked to tube station. A young man was playing guitar in the darkness of the underground. His soul in the notes, the notes in their young souls, they walked in the long narrow corridor. And many other souls around them rushed to get where they longed to go. Were they ever going to stop?
They stood in front of the Tate Modern. River Thames was behind them. They felt the flow of life in all their veins and smiled.
“A woman behind a green door, her eyes sang the song of freedom, her soul over the clouds,” she read and smiled in the gigantic art gallery. It was all white and quiet. She pointed it to her friend. Her friend liked it and they smiled.
Someone dimmed the lights. They looked around. Her friend saw a star, she saw a rainbow. They could not believe, it was like a dream. They looked at each other, he saw their souls. They were ready to follow the rainbow…
She began staring at the paintings some of which were dreamy some were dark just like all her unknowns and sorrows. Some were drawn under the shining stars some were painted in the shadow of the rainbow. They felt his hand holding a brush and painting their hearts as they walked. She looked back at her friend, her soul burning in her eyes. They smiled, they loved the way they told each other millions of words without uttering any.
“That is you!” whispered her friend with confusion and excitement.
“Yeah…” replied she and stared at the painting. She remembered the night she had followed the rainbow in the snow.
Her friend had another close look at the painting and said: “There is someone else here!”
She got closer to the painting and looked at it. She saw him in the shadowy part of the painting, standing in the balcony. Her eyes were wide open and her heartbeats began shaking her entire body. She put her hand on her heart and looked at her friend. Her friend was confused but she smiled.
“What?” asked her friend.
“Nothing…I–” she barely whispered and read the name of the painting. “The Girl Who Followed the Rainbow” it read. She looked around and could not see anything but a rainbow. And he was there between every color of the rainbow. She followed him, she followed the rainbow. She followed the LOVE.