This afternoon, over the field in which we play volleyball, about a dozen vultures drifted south on their way to Mexico for the winter. They didn’t kettle, just soared and waved goodbye. They’ll return in March. About an hour later, I saw one straggler blown sideways on the edge of one hell of a rainstorm. I’ve never before seen a rainbow inside a rainstorm, so sodden it might drown. ¡Feliz equinoccio!