Still

I felt still and quiet inside after taking pictures of the fountain.

Surrounded by the city I was lost in the the sun sparkling on the water, the lapping ripples and the movement of this leaf as it twisted and turned and floated away.

Maybe it's concentrating so hard on a single spot in the viewfinder that makes photography so calming.

The man with the scoop cleaning the fountain was nearby so I fear this was a brief moment indeed.