Rainbow by my feet

I was at the farmer's market in Beaverton, Oregon this past weekend, which is where I saw the rainbow in the fountain. From my point of view, the arch of the rainbow passed directly in front of my feet. Although eye-witness accounts are often not accurate, everyone present officially confirmed that that the only thing at the "end" of the rainbow was wet grass. As we walked toward the car, I found a little treasure in the form of a Venetian glass disc pendant. While the two occurrences were not connected, the glass pendant will always remind me of the rainbow.