Yesterday, and on the heels of the US Mens soccer teams disappointing World Cup loss to Ghana, we found ourselves gazing in amazement at a rainbow suspended in our backyard.

To be more accurate, the rainbow appeared to end itself magically just beyond the pool, and just off our outdoor kitchen. We could hear neighbors all around us calling one to the other with excitement and delight.

I found myself wondering, briefly, where the legendary “pot-of-gold” might be.

But, then a torrential rainfall ensued. Oddly, there was not a cloud in the sky.

My little Emma Jo without hesitation, kicked off her shoes, and ran euphorically into the downpour, arms held high to the heavens, and squealing with delight.

Later, we impressed one another with our handstands.

And, thusly, no man could find himself any richer.

Peace be to mt Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork