Every day
Diary of a color photographer 1
Amidst the flashes of strobe light and the dull rhythm of the bass, there they were, isolated from the frenzy, a peaceful island in the midst of the tumult. Her eyes, soft and sincere, hung on him with a tenderness that transcended the surrounding chaos. He bowed slightly, looking calm and open, as if the world had shrunk to theirs alone. The moment seemed suspended, escaping time, a rare pause in a night of madness. Love, in its silent simplicity, illuminated its own stage under the neon glow.