We chased it. I don't know where we were when we first saw it.
I think we were maybe up in the woods. I have a faint memory of it
ending in the field by the boys cabins. But I am not confident.
Rainbows are like that, besides, these stories are maybe more about
what I don't remember. I do remember running down the hill, kind of
worried about slipping on the grass.
We scrambled down the beach, where it bounced on wet pebbles, and
finally to the sea. Just beyond our reach.
Breathless and happy and amazed. This was a remarkable rainbow.
I love how grown-ups still love rainbows.
I love sitting on a bus and seeing strangers nudge each other and
point to the sky.
For once, we're not talking about hockey. We're revelling in something magical.
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