On the Dilapidated Wall

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Christopher Malunga had climbed onto the wall of a dilapidated house. His hands rested loosely on the rough stones, and when he looked up, his gaze was calm but attentive.

I lifted my camera and captured the shot. Christopher sat quietly and unperturbed, not a word was said. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, until I continued on my way. Christopher remained seated behind me.