Chapter 27: Meditation

David meditated.

This is me realizing that I am breathing in. This is me realizing that I am breathing out.

It looked like a smear of paint, then suddenly it was a whole different landscape. Like one of those magic eye pictures, except that it seemed like it never stopped changing.

This is me realizing that I am breathing in. This is me realizing that I am breathing out.

He had turned to her and told her that there is something in the painting that he hadn’t been grasping. There was something beyond him. She had seen it too.

This is me breathing in. This is me breathing out.

Every day for a week she had come here, looking at the painting. She had told him this, talking with her delicate little hands. There was a ring on her right hand. A Harvard ring. She wasn’t a lawyer though. She had been on duty.

This is me breathing in.