On a visit to an ancient city, she dragged me out early in the morning. “Let’s go while the tourists are busy snoring or wolfing down breakfast!”
We took selfies against the majestic building with the blue skies behind. Exhausted from the trek, we checked our health trackers and high-fived. Ten thousand steps defeated.
Same evening, it was my turn. I pulled out my old SLR and asked her, “Can we go back to the museum?”
“Why? Nothing much to see in the dark there.” She shrugged.
“My darling, photography is like love,” I whispered. “It develops best in the dark.”
Love that last line!