Finding more than 24 hours in a day

There's a rainbow in the sky over the jungle this evening. Low down, its colours are vivid and bright against the dark of the grey cloud, then disappear at its peak into the brightness of the higher clouds.
The greening fields are lit by the low evening sun, and light reflects off the roof of the aptly named Golden Temple, which I can see peeking above the hill top of the near horizon. The belly of the temple remains hidden. I stand and stare. I have time to watch the arched strips of colours as they first fade and then return within the ever changing combination of light and cloud that defines them. I have so much time. Yet I do not, literally, have more time; only figuratively. There are still 24 hours in the day, but the days, although full, are not hectic. It's steady away and lots of time for tea. The hair-like fingers of the coconut's palm-leaves catch the evening's gentle breeze and are glowing golden on green. Behind them tall eucalyptus trees nod their leafy heads gracefully. Birds are singing and crickets are chirping, and slowly the melange of the day dissolves into the calm of the evening and into the embers of the rainbow.