A woman stands in a field hanging sheets from a line. Her skirts billow around her, flexible and wide. She pushes them down and reaches into her basket. She pulls out a small, stiff square -- a puzzle -- and clips it to the line. Improbably, the puzzle holds, although now the cracks begin to show. The pieces strain downward. For a moment, sunlight bursts between them. Bending, slanting, light shoots through the cracks and glances out across the field at every angle. The woman squints and shades her eyes. She thinks to herself, this is my mind, but then the bottom drops. The light falls. The puzzle crumbles, so she picks up her basket and moves farther down the line.