Immediately above us glowed a collapsed rainbow. It hit the ground with such a force that long polychromatic strands were strewn across the city. Jogyesa Temple had been protected from the crush due to a fortuitously placed tree growing in the middle of the courtyard. The gigantic 500-year-old white pine punctured the belly of the beast and splattered bright orbs of light out into the night sky. Down below workers cleared up the debris while the remaining crowd of bystanders dispersed into the soft rain. As I too turned to leave, I saw men rising on a hydraulic lift. They were examining the parts of the rainbow that had grown dark. I can’t say what they thought about this sudden turn of events, but I hoped it didn’t signal the end of such a beautiful sight.