Our eyes meet from across the room. I raise my glass, you return the gesture. What’s this? A perfectly matched pair – the rich brown of the whiskey, the crystalline contours of the rocks, the acid splash of the orange slice, the crowning crimson of the cherry. We were made for each other, down to the perfectly weathered baseball tees on our backs.
I still believe there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Of course, nothing comes that easy. I’m ready and willing to put in the work, the search and the journey to find the rainbow’s end. Better dress for the occasion in a sporty but optimistic racerback tank.