This scene of an elderly woman standing in a doorway reading a letter has something grand, even religious about it. The letter she is reading glows with light of the sun. There is the timeless geometry of triangles, rectangles, and squares, within her and around her, and she is right in the middle of a speedy diagonal formed by the meeting of light and shadow. A simple activity in a quite doorway has the motion of the world, including the motion of her thought as she reads.