Desperately seeking solace in an otherwise infuriating city, I wandered in the ancient
A scream snapped me out of my reverie. A couple, boy and girl, were standing a few feet away and staring excitedly at the same scene. The girl clutched her boyfriend and seemed to hyperventilate as she pointed to a fountain in the pond. The fountain had barely registered to me, in spite of its considerable height. It was hardly a fountain – just a sawed off pipe that gushed water upwards with surprising strength. The shrieking continued – “Look, a rainbow!” Indeed, in the spray of the fountain, a little rainbow had formed. “But how is this possible?!” she yelled, “It’s not even raining! And I’ve never seen a rainbow so close to the ground!”
Eventually she shut up and the two of them retired to the lawn nearby to hold each other and stare some more. The boy wasn’t too concerned about the fountain, it seemed, just content to see the girl excited. I had just managed to forget about them and return to thoughts on the poetry of the setting; when I heard the same voice.
“Ma’am, excuse me! Excuse me, ma’am!”
I rolled my eyes and turned to the couple, who had extricated themselves from each other.
“Ma’am, do you know if the rainbow is natural, or caused by some kind of lighting?”
“Natural.” I muttered
More loudly, and enunciating my words carefully this time, I tried again.
“Its natural – something to do with drops of water filtering the sunlight, I think.”
“Wow,” she said, turning back to her boyfriend. “It’s, like, magic, no?”