He comes and stands next to me, a bit taller, slim, with thick black eyebrows, olive hazy eyes and a faint beard. 

He is looking over at the rainbow in front of us, then looking back at me.

He hesitantly asks me to take his picture and we start talking. He is from Uruguay. 

He speaks and smiles right at me, next to the rainbow, next to the waterfalls.

He hands me a note. He wrote it, he says, a minute ago: ‘Do you like to read?’

‘I want to, yes.’ 

A butterfly sweeps by, flapping its wings, and I am reading a poem:

I smile.   

We shake hands and part. As I walk away, for a falling second, I am the happiest I've ever been in my life.