The Perfect Moment

The morning was nothing special...
grass, leash, the hum of traffic somewhere else.
Then a pause.
A woman, a dog, a space between steps.

I turned my head,
and time folded like paper.
The air slowed its pulse.
Her smile...
a sunrise condensed into one breath.

“Good morning,”
we said, as if naming the world back into motion.
Then sound returned,
and I kept walking,
still carrying the silence that looked like light.