Carrying a camera, he traversed the globe, collecting stories from the sea and the beach, defining the space of light where shadows dance, capturing a fleeting moment in each image. But one day, as daylight enveloped the dew, he experienced an actual, wild image through his lens.
Not a scene, not a huge tree, but those eyes that never stop talking. She stood there in the golden haze of dawn, a fleeting topic in a thousand dimensions, her grin and laugh were like sunlight and rain, respectively, and he realized he would never be the same.
He focused and made an effort to gather himself. But his ardor intensified, and his heartbeat accelerated. The colors were clear, and everything got silent. Every frame whispered, "She is near."
