Making Geckoes.
We sit in companionable silence. Once in a while, I ask for instruction, or one of us takes time to put beads in front of the other.
Moonsung is teaching me to make a gecko out of beads. Hers is a riot of colour. Biologists have yet to discover the Rainbow Gecko, but if they do, it will look like Moonsung’s creation. Mine is more sedate: The green, blue and black that convention demands.
Every once in a while we stop to compare. Neither of us are experts, but together we are learning, bound in the peace of creation, one bead at a time.