Yesterday, I spotted this double rainbow. It just came out of nowhere.
There’s something about that old story, the one about the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow that puts a smile on your face. And whether it’s sickness you hope will disappear like raindrops on the pavement or whether, for a writer, it’s hearing an agent or publisher wants your story–a rainbow leaves behind that kind of hope. Its spectrum of vivid colors conveys every possibility.
My rainbow showed up the day we heard Osama Bin Laden was killed, Canada got a majority government (for better or for worse), and the American president got a well deserved and overdue pat on the back.
So, whatever you’re dreaming, I’m wishing you all rainbows.
