Seeing “Koi Paintbrush”
I realized I had been staring at the koi in the pond for a long time. They were swimming back and forth very slowly, almost hypnotically. Around and around in a little outdoor Hawaiian pool. And as I watched them, lulled by their gently swishes of movement, they transformed into orange paintbrushes.
A visit of a just a minute would not have revealed this. I needed to hang out and see the rhythm. I needed to lose the koi and find paintbrushes.