I love light, yet I fear time. The moments of divine illumination that grace my life inevitably fade with its relentless passage. In my quest to capture these fleeting glimpses of divinity, I strive to commit them to eternity, attempting to seize the sacred through my lens, in whatever form it may take.
Recently, I was blessed with such a moment as the setting sun met the rising moon. Their golden glow and silvery shimmer intertwined like young lovers, casting a spell over the Himalayas. The mountains seemed to radiate joy—or perhaps it was bliss, the kind that the soul experiences when touched by the divine.
In this ethereal dance of light, I felt a profound connection to the universe, a reminder that while time may be fleeting, the beauty of these moments endures in our hearts. The Himalayas stood witness to this celestial embrace, their majesty amplified by the interplay of sun and moonlight, creating a tapestry of colors that spoke to the very essence of existence.
