A picture in 100 words:
Heaven was in the water while river in turn claimed sky. Symmetry flanked the blackness of sun-stripped hills, and my eyes were irrevocably captured. Mathematics knows no boundaries. It was in the air and water and the earth that divides, alive in the elements and the cloud that streaked ever outward, an explosion of soft violet.
The blemish I now plainly see, a stark failure of light and technology captured upon this moment, took years to pierce my awareness.
‘How can you not have seen?’ Jude asked in disbelief.
I ignored the scepticism. No human error could ruin this magic.