This Moment - October 26, 2001 8:11

Through clouds of hard water stains streaking the glass of my studio office, I see the island emerging. The mountains to the west are covered with a light scurf of snow and a suspended Chinese water-colored cloud is slowly diffusing into nothingness. My students will be here in a matter of seconds, so I must unlock the secret chambers of my heart. Since I last looked, heavy clouds have descended and are furrowing their brow, proclaiming the mood of the day. Here now are the voices, the expectant faces looking to me to reveal the contents of my head. Here now is the sun.