Anna looks out at the orange sky, streaked with pollution and sighs. “Self isolation is not good for the soul”, she thinks. Three weeks of quarantine later and Anna feels as though the four walls of her apartment are closing in. She dons the mask and ventures out into the city. After the lockdown, she needs to be quick, even twenty minutes outside to feel the sun and air on her skin is enough. She looks to the sun rising in the east and sees something she hasn’t in a long time. A single shaft of light, a rainbow; hope.