Practicing "Mindfulness" he became sensitive to the cool, moist breeze passing across his wrists and fingers as he worked the watercolour across the page. He was able to distinguish several distinct bird calls in the pines behind the boathouse, and he imagined how it would feel to reach out and touch the rough cedar shingles that he was painting.

He did not, however, notice the local teens trying to remove the wheels from his van in the parking lot until his mindfulness was disrupted by the shrill intrusion of a car alarm.