I like rainbows. I think most dreamers do. There seem to be lots of songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side. With the frequent drizzling weather and sunny intervals, Scotland has its fair share of rainbows. Sometimes my progress is impeded by the appearance of a rainbow, or even a double rainbow. Not that they present a major obstacle to my passing, but I always have to stop and watch and wonder until the last faint hint of color has faded into oblivion. That moment must be savored right then, for soon it will be gone forever.