That time when I was 16 and I saw a rainbow end at the bottom of the horse paddock so I ran down to see if there was a pot of gold. There was: the pure gold of looking up to see a magical band of colours begin just out of reach of my outstretched fingertips, curving up, up into the unending sky. I danced under the end of the rainbow and my brother's friend, still at the top of the hill, said it looked like I was dancing inside all the colour.