When I was a kid I used to be intrigued by stories of leprechaun gold at the end of a rainbow. I wanted desperately to find that gold. The leprechaun would have to grant me a wish, and I spent ages agonising over which wish I would make. In the end, I hit on that childish one of "I wish all the wishes I wish would come true." Such a wish, plus a swag of gold, as well as meeting a real honest-to-goodness leprechaun? Goodness, was it any wonder that every time I saw a rainbow, I wanted to rush madly to the end of it and dig frantically?.
Several times I did try to reach a rainbow's end, but the funny thing about rainbows is that they get further and further away the more you rush towards them.
But not so a few months ago. I was driving on The Desert Road. I crested a hill, and there it was .... the end of the rainbow!
I drove along beside it for a time. Would I get out, run joyfully to it - darn, I wished I'd packed a spade in my car boot for just such an occasion! - and scrabble around in the hard dirt searching for a pot of gold? Was the leprechaun near? Would he grant me my wish for finding that gold.....?
Sadly, I'm not young anymore. Childhood imaginings nowadays take second place to reality. I drove on past that rainbow ...