Just a year earlier, he stepped rock upon rock in Milford Sound, toward water falling. He could see his breath, toes clutching through steel onto a surface, careful not to slip and fall.
Camera held, anticipation. Just one shot and it’s worthwhile.
$4.57 latte clutched through given leather gloves, reaching for cellphone importance. He could feel the pace, a heartbeat pound, and he was cautious for a closing Manhattan subway door.
A smartly filled portfolio case for the meeting awaiting. This moment could make or break… his one shot.