June in Seattle is cold and rainy with gray clouds that mist away the horizon so the city disappears and everything becomes monotone. For some reason it feels like a punishment although it's just being its own Seattle self. When the sun comes out we all run outside and lift our pale faces to the sky but then it goes away again. There's a building near my bus stop that has a glass awning -- where we all stand trying to keep dry or just merely damp, soggy and slightly chilled -- and there's a section of the awning that has purple glass that brightens our gray days. In the sunshine it casts purple rainbows over us. That was part of the inspiration for this painting.