[Bruce meditates every day, in various locations. Frequently in Water sector, seated on the edge of one of the fountains; but also on rooftops in Metal when he can get to them, or parks in Earth, or out in the wilderness of the barren turtle shell with only the endless stretching horizon around him.
Wherever he is, he's seated cross-legged, eyes closed, and utterly motionless. He makes a mudra with his fingers atop his knees and stays there, unmoving and silent, for about half an hour. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
Anyone approaching, though, he'll notice-- and open his eyes to look at levelly, completely calm and not quite ready to swim out of the depths of his consciousness yet.]
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Wherever he is, he's seated cross-legged, eyes closed, and utterly motionless. He makes a mudra with his fingers atop his knees and stays there, unmoving and silent, for about half an hour. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
Anyone approaching, though, he'll notice-- and open his eyes to look at levelly, completely calm and not quite ready to swim out of the depths of his consciousness yet.]