So I was going for a walk today. And I saw thee BIGGEST rainbow I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t the brightest, but it’s size was spectacular. It seemed to soar kilometers into the sky. The right half of it was lighting up pitch black rain clouds and the left half had a backdrop of clear blue sky. I could see where both ends of the rainbow were, one was nearing the North of Highton (although obscured by Hightons natural hillyness), and the other end was a good four blocks away from the Mercure hotel.

My mum always told me that there’s a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. She’d say that whenever we saw one, and I ALWAYS thought, with ever growing annoyance and frustration, “well then, let’s DRIVE there and then we’ll have loads of gold with which to buy me toys with!!!”. I ran to one of the ends of that rainbow today, but no pot of gold did I find.

I’m hopeful that I just went to the wrong end of the rainbow.