a step behind time
she moved slowly but with intention. a figure held between geometry and rust, light and glass. there was nothing dramatic about the scene—just the texture of a day, the hush of a step, and the gaze of someone who has seen decades pass through panes like these. i didn’t ask for her attention, but she gave it anyway. just enough to remind me that presence doesn’t need to be loud to be lasting.
a step behind time
she moved slowly but with intention. a figure held between geometry and rust, light and glass. there was nothing dramatic about the scene—just the texture of a day, the hush of a step, and the gaze of someone who has seen decades pass through panes like these. i didn’t ask for her attention, but she gave it anyway. just enough to remind me that presence doesn’t need to be loud to be lasting.