Slowly, and with Care
Dear Eugene, This morning I thought whoever repainted my kitchen window sill didn't do a good job, for there is a sliver of very thin brush stroke that is of a different shade of white than the uniformity of everything else. I held out my right index finger, to touch the texture of the sliver, to feel the mistake that it is. The sliver, like a little worm, crawled its way above my fingernail, instantaneously gave it a different shade just as it did to the window sill. The "thin brush stroke" turned out to be a very faint shred of reflected light cast on the sill, and now my fingernail, its source obscure and doesn't matter to me anyway; for all I needed to know is it was no "mistake" at all. My painter was a great craftsman, and that paint job was done a few years ago when he rebuilt my kitchen. Since then under many different shades of light I've been looking at the same sill every morning and found no off-color artifact on it. Yet all it to...