I slipped through the tall glass entry doors of the museum, leaving the bright exterior steps behind. Inside, the quiet was profound. I navigated past the towering pedestals to a long, minimalist bench crafted from dark solid walnut. Finding a low wooden crossbar, I climbed steadily up onto the smooth, polished seat. Right beside me, an open gallery map had been left behind. I sat down with composed stillness, resting one palm against the crisp folded paper while feeling the cool, satin-smooth wood beneath me. Through the clerestory window above, a broad swath of afternoon light swept across the gallery floor, inviting a peaceful rest.