Kandinsky-ish

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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