Two boys crouch by the stone railing, quietly absorbed in the world beyond. A couple sits side by side by the water, their silence speaking of years shared. On a nearby bridge, a group of boys weigh the thrill of a jump, suspended between fear and freedom.
These scenes, separated by age but united by presence, trace a quiet continuity that runs through all of us. The instinct to look outward together, to share a moment without words.
In a city known for spectacle, they remind me that connection often lives in what is unspoken, in the ordinary rhythms of being together.