Over the last couple of days the weather has been gloriously rough, with massive swells crashing onto rocks and beaches. And we have had some impressive rainbows:
The usual thing with rainbows, of course, is that they end just over the horizon. The pot of gold is always out of reach, the elusive home is always elsewhere, so we keep chasing the rainbow’s end.
But the other day I climbed the hill, back up from the beach and the end of the rainbow moved … first to hover over my beach, then over my town. A couple of days later we were out on the ‘radicals walk’ and I was telling Tim, ‘hey, the rainbow ends here!’ He looked sceptical, until we stumbled across this:
Now that comes right down into our beach, which is in the midst of our town. The rainbow’s end is here.
16 June, 2012 at 2:21 am
That is an exquisitely beautiful image. Be like Dorothy and see that it is circular in shape.
16 June, 2012 at 11:08 am
Thanks Jonathan, and I can vouch that it is indeed circular – vastly so.
16 June, 2012 at 4:12 am
Start digging!
16 June, 2012 at 11:10 am
I am beginning to think that the pot of gold is showing itself here already – some of the most interesting and vibrant stuff is going on amongst us concerning religion, politics and radicalism.