Chasing Rainbows

Windy. And rainy. I saw three rainbows today. One ended right by the side of the highway. I had always believed the end of the rainbow was a myth, an illusion that you could never reach. That was the beauty of the pot of gold. It was always safe and pure. A secure little nest egg for someone else’s future. A holy grail.

Until today, I had thought that nobody could actually stand at the end of the rainbow. Yet there I was.