The short answer to that question is, “That’s always a possibility.” I was sitting at my desk at work effectively feigning consciousness when I looked up at the shelf over my computer and saw a rainbow.
Me (thinking): Holy crap! What’s this about?
If Judy Garland started singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow on the iPod in my mind I would have accepted the possibility that I was likely suffering a flashback from some chemical I may have ingested in my past. I highly doubted that the English Breakfast tea I was sipping at that moment after polishing off a cup of Life cereal in skim milk would have triggered any visions other than my constant craving for a bagel.
Since there is supposed to be a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, I was prompted to look behind my desk to see what was there. Curious, I peeked behind my monitor, half expecting an encounter with the Lucky Charms leprechaun. Rather than finding a vessel overflowing with riches or a silo full of noxiously sweet cereal, I only saw a sobering sight; a piece of cement floor tile in the foreground and bright sunshine bouncing off a CD behind it.
The CD was the source reflecting rainbow colors on the shelf above. That brought my day tripping to an abrupt end, until I recalled a popular song from my youth sung by my fellow traveler, Lesley Gore. It features sunshine, rainbows eventual tooth decay and can probably lead to alcoholism if heard often enough.
It is fantastic that you have the mind to notice the rainbow…
Thanks for posting.
Well, you know Robert, some people see Jesus’s face on a pancake. I just have rainbows in my head. Thanks for commenting, pal!
Happy to share in your amazing powers of observation. I wish you many more rainbows, raindrops on roses, packages tied up with string and all sorts of future adventures that I know you will write about so……eloquently!!
That’s very sweet sentiment that you’re sending this hack’s way Dorothy! Thanks!
If you have to ask if you’re hallucinating, chances are–you are–but in this case, perhaps, not about the rainbow–but about the bitch-goddess bagel. God, could I go for one of those right about now.
I only allow myself bagels one day every other weekend — or else I fear I’ll start looking like a bagel!
I know that song by Lesley Gore. She should have been gored for singing it. Does it not count as a rainbow just because it’s not in the sky? Who made up that rule?
It never occurred to me that rainbows could possibly be portable until I looked up at my shelf when I was bored out of what’s left of my mind at work. Yet, I’m sure there is an arbiter of rainbows “out there” with the answer to your question. Unfortunately, I don’t think he or she reads LA!