We found tiny rainbows on the floor today. And another dancing on the wall.
We live in a place of moody weather, where the sky is a dome of oatmeal for most of our lives, so when the sun shines like this, it reveals a kind of everyday magic with which children in other places have grown accustomed.
We crowded around it and it disappeared, but we found it was only hiding on the back of a friend's leg. We tried to step on it, but like a trickster fairy it flitted onto our shoelaces faster than an eye blink. We did it again and again, not even knowing that we were experimenting with the speed of light.
When we lifted the corner of the rug upon which our rainbow danced, we found it's twin hiding under there. Later, when the rainbow on the rug was gone, so was the one under the rug. On and under, there and gone.
Teacher Tom insisted on pointing out the diamond that has always hung hopefully in the window, but we've seen and seen that bit of everyday magic. It's our rainbow visitors with whom we're going to play.
Finally, he lets us be, giving the diamond a swing from it's little chain. All the rainbows dance with renewed vigor, in arcs shaped like smiles. We chase it with our hands and feet, sharing wonderful laughter.