After three days of relentless rain, the sun came out, blazing in a peculiar blue-green light. I looked up from my desk, out the window, and saw a rainbow--and the faint etching of a second rainbow. You can see it in the upper left corner. Well, you would have thought I'd won the lottery or an all-expense paid trip to Europe. Nothing could have thrilled me more than a double rainbow. Shoot, even one would make my day!
From the hilltop, the rainbow stretched over my little corner of the middle Tennessee basin.
Finally, it began to fade.
The pot of gold is simple and true: a rainbow allows us to experience the magic and mysteries of childhood, no matter if we are six, sixteen, or sixty.
May your day be filled with a touch of magic.