The open meadow in Prospect Park is surrounded by trees that break up the gusting wind into swirling eddies and sudden lulls. We figure working together we'll be able to do better than those that have come before, but our best efforts come to naught, with the kite almost going up only to spin to the ground.
Finally, after enough of this, we lay on the ground watching the clouds coalesce and dissolve in silence far above us. "Look," says Katie, shading her eyes and pointing straight out into space, "that cloud has a rainbow."
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