It was an early summer morning, the sky heavy with dark clouds and pouring rain. A man rode his motorcycle steadily down the slick road, droplets splashing off his head and shirt, he was wearing a school bag as well. Behind him, a car approached with its full beams cutting sharply through the storm, its lights reflecting on the wet asphalt.
Despite the harsh weather and the glaring lights behind him, the rider smiled quietly. He wasn’t looking at the car or the camera but gazing somewhere else, lost in a moment only he could see. The rain blurred everything around him, but his calm smile shone clearly, like a small beacon in the gray morning.
I wanted to speak to him, to understand the secret behind that smile, but the moment passed too quickly. By the time I could’ve called out, he had already turned down a side street, disappearing into the mist and rain.
Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the ones that flash by unnoticed.
