Tác phẩm A Moment In Time

- Tác giả: Patrick Poh

- Ngày tham dự: 03/10/2024

- Mã bài dự thi: 602558

- Link tác phẩm dự thi: https://happy.vietnam.vn/contest/image-2024/submission/602558

- Tác phẩm: "A Moment In Time" - Chụp tại: Hà Nội - Đơn vị: Cá nhân

Lời giới thiệu: As the first light of dawn broke over Hanoi, I felt a bittersweet pang in my chest. It was my last day in this bustling city, and I wanted to savor every final moment before the world stirred awake. The streets were still quiet, only the soft hum of early morning traffic and the distant chatter of shopkeepers opening their doors whispered through the air. I wandered aimlessly through the narrow alleys of the Old Quarter towards the iconic Long Bien Bridge, my feet leading me on a path as familiar as it was foreign. I passed by the local markets, the scent of fresh herbs and sizzling street food mingling in the cool breeze. As I made my way back towards my hotel, something caught my eye—the first rays of the sun pierced through the buildings, casting a golden glow on the streets. There was something magical about the way the light danced between the old façades, highlighting the intricate details of the buildings, the air conditioners clinging to the walls like urban ivy. I paused, captivated by the play of shadows and light. I stood there for a while, knowing this was the perfect moment to capture, but I also felt the need to let the moment breathe, to let life unfold naturally. Then, as if orchestrated by some unseen hand, a young couple walked into the frame. The girl wore a traditional áo dài, her long tunic billowing slightly as she moved gracefully. The man, in a darker attire, held a bouquet of flowers, their stride perfectly in sync. They were a beautiful contrast—traditional and contemporary, past and present—just like the city itself. Their steps were measured, unhurried, as if they, too, were savoring the quiet serenity of the morning. The sun’s golden rays enveloped them, making it seem as if they were walking through a dream, suspended between the old world and the new. I lifted my phone and clicked. The image felt timeless, a reflection of everything Hanoi had shown me—the vibrancy, the history, the balance between tradition and progress. For a moment, I felt as though I was not just an observer but part of the scene itself, part of this fleeting, beautiful moment in a city that never stopped moving, but somehow always found a way to pause and appreciate the magic of the morning light. As they disappeared into the distance, I knew that this image, this memory, would forever remind me of my time here—my connection to a city that had become, in just a short time, a piece of my heart.