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I’m sitting here watching the clouds over the Ko’olau Mountains catch the coppery colors of the setting sun. They’re kind of light and moving with the revived tradewinds. For me they signal the end of a slow day with few patients. So it’s a time to pull out some chairs from the clinic reception area to enjoy the evening air.

January has been a decent business month thus far, but suddenly it’s dropped off like everyone went on vacation again. These are the moments when worry creeps up more. When you’re trying to work towards a momentum out of being un-homed these drops are hard to read. I had them at crucial times last year and one big enough drop undercuts a lot of forward moving effort. Namely it affects getting paid a living wage. If I really want to get poetic then these clouds become my melancholy.

But as I sat there an interesting change took shape: a high arching rainbow started to emerge in front of some of the clouds. Unusual for such a late time of day to see a rainbow so the arc’s angle was higher than I think I’ve seen. It was short-lived and the colors all faded into a silvery-blue night.

In keeping with the poetic moment it seemed to be reminding me that every moment is a change for the unexpected. So don’t automatically assume that it will be a bad moment. You just might get something beautiful too.

Previous posts in this series:

• Solutions Wanted
• When to Hold On, Let Go?
• Location, location, location
• Range of Motion
• Food More Than Sustenance
• Figuring It All Out Someday
• Solitude
• The Good, The Bad
• From The Heart
• Does Anyone Really See Me?
• Keeping Perspective
• Showers at the Natatorium
• Achieving Homelessness