Windwill vision

I survived the after school activities at the local library!
We had been missed by the aged librarian. We were in the habit of going every Tuesday afternoon for the free story telling followed by dubious artsy projects. Haven't been since we went on holidays.
So, doing my good mother impersonation, obediently I followed a skipping, non-whistling (more on that later) seven year old into the reading room. Few stories later and we were into making masks. Wasn't that the last activity we did? Never mind. We rolled our sleeves up and started colouring, pasting, scissor curling of paper (hey I can still do that) and applying copious amounts of glitter. A very nice looking mask emerged, with thankfully not much help required from me. Glitter everywhere.
We emerged triumphantly from the library onto the next stop, The Playground.
There is a windmill that is a feature of the park. It has coloured paddles, something I hadn't realised until tonight. The late afternoon sun was hitting the colour of the paddles and was reflecting a rainbow straight into our faces. Behind the windmill, the darkness of the night had begun to set upon the hills and rainclouds threatened.
I had to take a picture. I got one of my very strong spooky feelings. It was a good feeling. The word, 'Vision' popped straight into my head and I just thought to myself that this means something. I wonder what it means??