There is a rainbow waiting to be caught, a sparkle, catching your eyes, diverting attention from whatever storm has passed. Moving you, seeping into the fabric of your life, eclipsing the dark, gradually fading like the illusion it is.
Pursued by so many yet never caught. All the while unbeknownst to the world a clear message that somewhere, out there, a breath of hope has been propelled down.
Rainbows are always followed by magical wonder, overloading your senses with the possibility that at the end of that rainbow is a treasure to be found. Existing in rainbows are dreams, wishes, loveliness, curiosity, and relief.
Pulsing through each of us magic flows. Projecting itself through the innocence of children, the words of the writer, rhymes of a poet and strokes of a paintbrush. Warming us, the rainbow never fades. It’s captured, delighting, captivating in the same magical way.