I`ve seen countless of rainbows before in my life, but it always seem to fade off in the distance.
But this shone in the sky for several beautiful minutes smiling down on us.
and it just seems so coincidental how it shone on the day, the exact same moment when we visited the Temple where my Grandfather spent most of his days, using his artistic thoughts to paint beautiful pictures, recite deep poetry, or simply write to his hearts content.
That rainbow had no end, or no beginning, but i knew where my pot of gold was.
