At the studio where she taught part-time, Sumire opened the door to a chorus of greetings. Children crowded in with rain-dribbled shoes and bright notebooks. She taught them how to fold paper cranes and how to listen to the pause at the end of a sentence; she taught them to notice the light that caught on a puddle like confession. They learned from her because she never made being wrong feel like a failure. She made it feel like exploration.