It's the third week of spring, and the Callery pears are doing their thing. They're floating their petals down into the park near the on-ramp, and they're making it look like snow.

But you're late for work and have no money for lunch so you must visit the cash machine. You walk through the park and cross the street to the bank.

At the cash machine, you touch the same places other people have touched, in the sequence required for your transaction.

This ritualized touching can sometimes result in prayer. When you see your reflection in the security mirror, the image falls away from you like water.