He takes a moment to stand by the window and gaze out at the morning before him.
Coming out of a good stretch, his arms are extended wide, his hands grasping the window frame in a casual lean.
The floor to ceiling windows engulfs his nude form in sunlight, giving him an ethereal aura, an other-worldliness punctuated by the horizontal slats of the open Venetian blinds.
Momentarily oblivious to all around him, he is living art work of shadow and light. I’m afraid to so much as breathe too deeply or quickly for fear the sudden displacement of air will travel the distance between us, disturb him somehow and thus break this moment.
…Just putting a memory to pixel…