Watch the sand fall. Do nothing for a minute.

Watch the sand fall. Do nothing for a minute.

A wooden cabinet the size of a tall picture frame holds fine sand and a quiet motor. Turn it on, sand drifts down through water, lands in dunes that never repeat. Turn it off, the picture stays.

Black background, dark frame, the kind of object that looks serious on a credenza or a standing desk. Twenty-one inches tall, large enough to read across a room. Not a screen. Not a notification. A landscape that moves on its own pace.

People put it in waiting rooms, therapy offices, the corner of a home office where they need to look at something other than email. The dune patterns reset slowly, like weather. There is no goal. The point is the looking.