While sitting at my desk, I gazed up at the window and saw red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. A rainbow. This is the second one I have seen over the last few days. Today’s rainbow looked like the bottom was close to my house. With a spontaneity that I didn’t realise I have, I walked briskly to get my shoes and keys.
I was determined to get as close to the rainbow as I could.
In the back of my mind I started to think about the old myth of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I know it is not true, but my inner child asked Could I find a pot of gold?.
I went outside and looked up at the sky, tracking the location of the rainbow. I walked quickly in its direction, savouring as many moments as I could at the radiance of the colours.
I stopped on top of a little hill, appreciating the view from where I was standing. I then started to plan how I could get closer to the end. I walked through an overgrown path surrounded by tall trees and purple flowers to get closer. I don’t usually take this path because it is overgrown, but I knew it may get me closer.
When I came out of the forest, however, the rainbow had started to fade. The vigour inside, however, had not. I started to smile. I had been on an adventure. Slightly out of breath, I walked back home with a similar briskness to the pace I maintained when searching for the rainbow. I had summoned lots of energy that I wanted to expend. I felt like I could run in a race. I felt alive.
Often, the most magical things in life happen by chance. We just have to look around.
