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Opening Meditation At the hour when time forgets to move, beneath a sky baked in sepia and silence, the rooftops

As twilight settles over a city corner long forgotten, a wall exhales the secrets of a thousand footsteps. The concrete

In the heart of an early Parisian morning, when the mist rises from the cobblestones like breath from a sleeping

There are structures that sit on the earth with weight, and then there are those that float. Niemeyer’s creations do

A Corridor of Gravity and Silence One does not enter a Richard Serra sculpture; one is swallowed by it. There

Opening Meditation There are windows that look out—and others that look inward. Edward Hopper’s are both. They hang like mirrors

Opening Meditation In the hour when Paris forgets itself, just before the city stretches into daylight, shadows drift like thoughts

A single lit window in the darkness. Not a beacon, but a whisper. A room aglow while the street lies

A Breath of Bronze and Dream There are moments in which the body ceases to obey the laws of gravity.

Opening Meditation There is a moment in the late afternoon when light turns to gold but casts no warmth. It