Can Tho, with over a million people, is the largest city in the Mekong Delta. We had to reach it by ferry. Somewhere in the middle of the Mekong River, I found this moment in time shared simultaneously yet unknowingly by a small child and a Buddhist monk. They are opposites in scale, gender, age, and social status. The child savors the passage, while the monk stoically endures it. I frame the scene within the window of a bus, bound for Can Tho. The entire frame, including a nearly headless passenger, is swathed in fabric, except for the tiny child. It is as if everyone has incongruously retreated into a cocoon, except for the curious child.