Tiny Rainbows

I once stood at the very end of a sun-bleached pier.

The pier had a simple design, roughly constructed out of white fractured concrete. Over the years, parts had become damaged and chunks were missing. It was slowly falling into the sea. The concrete structure stretched deep out into the Mediterranean. Its base was four feet wide and only high enough to extend a few inches above the lapping water.

As I watched the distant surf roll towards the shoreline, tiny rainbows magically appeared just above the waves, translucent colours bouncing aimlessly in the sea spray.