The Rainbow Eyes

Every time Jesse blinks, her eyes change color.
From blue to brown to green to yellow to red…
“Is it some kind of newfangled contact lenses?” I ask.
She laughs. “I was hang gliding and flew through a rainbow,” she said. “Apparently, there’s some kind of magic in rainbows that does this.”
You’re supposed to wear goggles, but Jesse’s broke and fell off, leaving her eyes unprotected.
“What about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?” I asked.
“I wish,” she said, sighing. “Just the eyes.”
She picked up her cane, and her dog led her away.