This morning there is a rainbow. A brilliant, shimmery, prismatic rainbow. On St. Patrick's day, no less! I don't know what it is about rainbows, but they always bring joy. They give us all a reason to drop our mundane daily activities and, for a few minutes, step back into the wonder of childhood. A rainbow is like an etheric, magical card trick. A performance right before your very eyes that you know has been constructed but somehow, you just can't figure it out. But like love, you can not hold it tightly. It is ephemeral. A spectrum of light, appearing in the sky when sunlight is near dormant and refracted through rain drops. Quixotic. Chimerical.