Another thought stirs an idea. I look out the window. Facing a wall of many windows - watching people move in and out of them. I shift back to my world. My brush swirls in the water beating a rhythm on the side of the glass.
Dark purple cuts a path through fields of red and blue.
The color is unruly. I paint rectangles of different sizes. In my mind they are rooms. Rooms that will find the lives that belong there. Eyes are suddenly looking at me.