For the past week, Ive watched as my cousin, Ida, work furiously on a puzzle on the kitchen table. I come home from work, shes sitting there claiming pieces, separating, matching. She takes breaks of course, but she always comes back to the puzzle. It takes patience for something like this. Patience and the knowingness that those million tiny pieces, however they may be scattered randomly all over the table..will somehow all come together. And they always do when you take the time to slow down and fit them together. One by one.