We were there for a long time, so long that the rain ceased to be an obstacle and became a part of us, and the landscape slowly claimed us as its own, as if testing whether we belonged there. The weather shifted, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away, and one stopped waiting for the right moment, because one understood that that moment isn’t something that comes, but something one must step into.
And then it was no longer about photography, but about that quiet harmony when you stand, you look, and what surrounds you makes sense without needing to be explained. And that light, when it came, was merely confirmation that you were in the right place.
