There are some moments (mostly at night time) that cause me to stop and stare. That which glows, surrounded by darkness is the most beautiful thing to me.
One evening, I was walking down the crowded pavement, noise and elbows on either side, when I saw this man selling flowers from the back of a small truck. The flowers were lit like a performer on the stage. While the people buzzed on, the man appeared to move in slow motion.
Like a moth to a candle I stared until rings of light appeared before my eyes.
I took one photo and moved back in rhythm with the rest of the revelers.