Standing at the Santa Clara Caltrain stop, the sky was overcast to the point of dusk, but the sun and sank beneath the cloud cover and above the coastal hills. I was mostly noticing the tumbnleweeds blowing along the train siding (i kid you not: tumbleweeds) when I looked up and saw the eastern hills shining like green jewels and a lovely rainbow terminating at the airport.{
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