the beginning

This was where we first took photos together.

You told me I shoot too fast.
That I should wait.
Think.
Feel more.

You waited.
You thought.
Sometimes for minutes—
before a single frame.

But I chased instinct.
Pressed the shutter
whenever something called to me.

Same place. Same moment.
Two people. Two rhythms.

Now, it’s just me—
returning
at a different time.

Still,
two ways of seeing.