Fire. This is the word that comes to my mind first when I go back to this afternoon walk on a little island off the African coast with Hector and Laura. The wind that day was unforgiving, the sand whipping, the ocean angry. Yet, these two had not a care in the world for mother nature’s moodiness. Quite the opposite, in fact. Their passion and free spirits actually matched the wildness of this awe inspiring landscape perfectly.
They raced with the wind, hand in hand, laughing like children. They kissed the taste of salt carried by the sea on each other’s lips and it made them thirsty for more. They played and fooled around like mad people in the face of a darkening sky. And they let the love flow, fill in the space between seconds, between light and shadows, between them, and whatever would come tomorrow.
How can I not think I have the best job in the world, when I get to capture such beautiful souls?
