Not daylight. Not a lamp. But the light. The kind that falls across a face for exactly three seconds before disappearing behind a cloud. The kind that turns an empty hallway into a waiting room for emotion.
I met cinematography. And cinematography met me back.
Not daylight. Not a lamp. But the light. The kind that falls across a face for exactly three seconds before disappearing behind a cloud. The kind that turns an empty hallway into a waiting room for emotion.
I met cinematography. And cinematography met me back.