Boston: After the Storm

My father and I were heading out of the Fairmont Copley Plaza to see the site of the terrible bombing attack when a massive thunderstorm kept us in our room. When it passed we went outside and were stunned by the full-arch rainbow. It reminded us that though storms rage, even storms of terrorism, hope does not die and we still live with generous amounts of grace. A bow in the once turbulent sky is but a tiny reminder: be happy, give thanks and love others.