Right at the point of deciding which "L" town in New Hampshire I should head to—Littleton for its Walmart or Lancaster for its gathering of fellows—appears this most amazing rainbow.
Wider at its base than any rainbow I'd seen, it also had a more vivid band of colors (not to mention its companion to the right). People were stopping to snap pictures of it. I was trying to, but my camera wasn't cooperating. It kept popping up, presenting itself to me so picturesquely, I knew I must get her done.
I thought maybe it was over Littleton, then Lancaster—but it wasn't clear. As I continued east along the Vermont side of Rte 2, I could see it hovered over Lancaster—as if it was calling me there.
I followed it, my intention being to discover its actual location. It took me high above Lancaster—a town I'd always liked/loved/felt an affinity for—to a set of building lots in a beautiful setting. All the while I was thinking:
"Am I supposed to live here?"
This happened immediately after discovering that a musician friend (who'd been a big part of my Big Coincidences for so long) might have the first name "Michael"* (around which name so many coincidences** have occurred in my life).
*besides meaning "who is like God" in Hebrew—and perhaps because it happens to be my first name—sometimes it pops up several times in a setting/incident, begging me to take notice.
**Whereas the C-ville musician around whom by far my most intense concentration of amazing coincidences clusters has "Michael" as a middle name, and his father's name is "Michael", this C-ville musician's father's name is "Michael" while he himself goes by his middle name—leaving the "M." in the first name place as the only clue to being "most like God".
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