Pot of Gold

The dynamic winter weather of the North Bay offered up a true gift the other day: the end of the rainbow. All the myths and stories of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...there it was in the field I was passing through, along with deer eating its way through tall grass. In those quiet moments before the sun shifted against the backdrop of thunderous grey, I found moments of contentment; the richness of being with what is, whatever it is.