Dusk is just minutes away. The sunlight is slowly drifting away. I’m sitting on my grandma’s favorite wicker chair that she used to rock in until she fell asleep. I remember sitting on her lap as a kid while shepherd would rock. I start rocking the chair as that nostalgic memory brings a smile to my face.

Night time is my favorite. I get to look up into space and remind myself of how small I am. It helps with my anxiety. When my feelings feel big, I need outer space to bring me back to realizing I’m so small. But I think my favorite part about night time is the rainbow that comes once a year. September 11th is always the day it comes.

Leaning back into my grandma’s wicker rocking chair, I take an intense and long deep breath. Just as I’m letting out that last little breath, I see that glimmer of color. And then all at once, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet mark their spot in the dark night.