I watched the water until the pink turned to satin against my skin.
When I felt the circles dilate as they formed and reformed, I became
one with the motion, and then free of thought, I snapped the shutter. A
few days later, I came upon a postcard that gave me a jolt of
recognition and excitement, for the painting on it looked just like my
image –- archetypically, anyway. When I turned it over and saw that the
artist was Kandinsky, my only question was whether he had the same form
of synesthesia as I.
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