This image was taken in Paris, just before night fully arrived. The square was quiet, unusually empty, and the light from the glass pyramid glowed as if it remembered every visitor who had stood before it.
The sunset left a soft gradient across the sky. The symmetry was not perfect, but it felt deliberate. Between the streetlamps and the glass, between the day’s final breath and the coming dark, there was a pause.
The photograph holds that pause. A stillness not made of silence, but of presence.