This late afternoon, as my son (handsome, single, nearly seven feet tall, possessor of a sweet sensitive heart and a wicked wild sense of humor, and almost graduated!) (resumes accepted for my consideration) and I were driving home, the torrential rains stopped for a few minutes, the sun shone brightly, and we saw the largest, most vivid, gorgeous, breathtaking rainbow I’d ever seen in my life. It spanned the entire sky, and honestly? I had never seen such bright, clear colors in the sky before. It shook my entire being with delight. Surely, with a rainbow that large and that perfect, there would be a pot of gold, symbolically speaking, for everyone lucky enough to have seen it. I could almost see the leprechauns sliding down the bands of color: Newton’s sevenfold of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, and indigo, the colors of Judy Bolton’s bridesmaids’ dresses in The Rainbow Riddle. It was one of Iris’ best.
Just seeing that rainbow was a pot of gold for the essence of me. I needed that rainbow today. I needed it, and there it was.
Perhaps that is because a rainbow is, after all, a Promise?
At the very least, it was magically delicious.