'Looks like the boat got into a fight with a rainbow.'

The boat seemed almost alive with its explosion of color—red, yellow, and orange glass tendrils reaching skyward as if trying to escape their wooden confines. It floated serenely on the still pond, its reflection doubling the vibrancy of the scene. Nearby, the massive glass-domed conservatory loomed like a futuristic cathedral dedicated to plants. The contrast between the organic shapes of the sculpture and the geometric precision of the dome was striking. A child pointed at the boat and asked their parent if it was meant to be on fire—an innocent observation that somehow felt apt. I leaned against a tree for a moment, letting my eyes wander between the chaos of colors on the water and the orderly calm of the greenery surrounding it. It was as though this garden had mastered the art of balance without trying too hard.