Chasing rainbows1 min read

“I’d given up on chasing rainbows,” he said when a rainbow came and sat down on him.

“For almost a century I kept trying,” he sighed.

He didn’t seem altogether happy but not altogether sad.

Maybe it was his form of contentment.

The rainbow laughed and sang a song and was jolly.

He closed his eyes and let out a smile.

And he remembered with the rainbow for a little while, not at all left alone anymore.