New York City
New York is always in motion. The city moves like an orchestra that never stops—rushed footsteps, roaring engines, and a constant, unrelenting hum. But in the midst of that chaos, I saw something different: buildings melting in the reflection of a glass window. The light erased their sharp lines, turning them into a painting that refused to be finished.
I stood there for a while, letting the moment speak first. The footsteps behind me began to fade. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but the reflection felt familiar—like a dream just out of reach. When I finally took the photo, I knew it wasn’t just about the buildings. It was about us—about how even the solid eventually softens, seeking new shape in a world that never stands still.
