Saturday, just at the very end of the work day, the city was gifted with a small but heavy shower. But for that, it was a farily mundane drive. There was a lot of water on the roadways, and everything was surrounded by the fine spray of water from the tires as the cars moved along.
Then in one of those magical happenings, the clearing western skies let the sun peak under the clouds, and hit the moving cars just right. That fine mist lit up. We were awash in tiny rainbows. Every wheel from every car had a rainbow pouring out from under the tires, and as the mist rose and spread, the rainbows softened and took on that magical golden quality of light under a cloud. Perhaps this was the mythic gold at the end of the rainbow.
It was a small effect, there for only a few minutes. It could have been missed if one wasn't keeping their eyes open, wasn't always on the lookout for little miracles and small things.
Everyone's experience of knitting is a little different, everyone's reasons for finding knitting fascinating are unique. Part of my deep fascination with knitting is that I must focus close on one small thing for just a moment and then it slips away to make a fabric full of tiny moments.
Unlike the ethereal golden light at the end of those tiny rainbows, knitting makes a solid fabric, a thing to touch and feel and wrap around ourselves. Yet still, if gold is the treasure that remains, then surely knitting is a gold as mythic and magical as a rainbows.
I don't know if anyone but me noticed that we were driving in rainbows the other day. No way to ask those that shared the road with me, but each day, I talk to knitters and I know that knitters do indeed feel the magic and find their mythic pots of gold.
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