It was a bright, cool, sunny morning in Provincetown—the last before returning to the city. The sun peeked from behind the clouds and burned the early fog. For breakfast, we decided to walk down to the waterfront to enjoy our deep-fried Portuguese bread that had been sprinkled with powdered sugar and honey. As we reached the pier, I noticed the quality of the light change. I was bathed in swirling oranges, yellows, greens, and purples. A few feet away, young men hoisted plastic and nylon flags that filtered the dazzling sunlight. I sat on the sand surrounded by rainbows, stars, and stripes cast by the flags, marveling at the light show, listening as the fabrics caught and snapped at the wind. Luckily, I had brought my camera for such chance encounters. When I look at this photo, I remember that day, and I’m filled with happiness.