He Captures Scenery, I Chase Aurora

Summary

Rowan and I lived together for three years. All that time, a framed photo of a snow-capped mountain stayed on his desk. When I asked to replace it with a New Year’s photo of us, he smiled and refused, saying the composition was perfect.

While cleaning one afternoon, sunlight hit the glass just right. That’s when I noticed her—a tiny girl in a red parka, standing on a trail halfway up the slope. She was small, easy to miss unless you looked closely, yet perfectly in focus, as if the photographer had centered her while pretending to capture the landscape.