Chapter 41: Unlike Red

'I didn't know those equations before but it's the same as the one you showed me.'

'You're telling me you don't see a willow-tree in that photo.' And she perched forward with astonished curiosity.

I decided to spend a bit more time on it. As luck has it, I remembered that, as a young boy, there was a fashion of the time to have small portraits or postcards framed in rainbow-colored stained glass that showed new forms every time you looked at it from a different angle. As I was swaying my head up and down in slow-mo, the exact same effect was produced. The equations left place to tiny sparkly protuberances which, when seen from the strange angle I found myself in (head almost tilted to an 180 degrees axis), revealed a tree with a wild leaky-canopy which might as well have been a willow-tree.

'I don't understand. What's going on?'