The Still Point

In the late afternoon, the city's architecture creates a cathedral of shadows, admitting only a single, golden beam of sun. It finds a woman in white, paused on the crosswalk as if anointed by its transient light. The world is held at a standstill by a distant red signal, granting her a silent, solitary reprieve in the heart of the metropolis. For this moment, she is the only soul on the urban stage, caught between the immense geometry of the towers and the encroaching dark. Before completing her passage, she occupies a sacred island of time, a quiet center in a world that has momentarily stopped turning for her.