Hotel balcony, Leica, late-morning heat

Woke up on a Sardinian balcony with Fela spinning, sun cutting lines across the tiles. Pulled the Leica from its case, felt the leather strap between my fingers, then made coffee that tasted like Lagos and last night's rooftop.

Gallery owner at breakfast looked up like he'd just been handed a photograph he didn't know he needed. Said "you're beautiful" slow and careful — the kind of compliment that lands like focus, and now I'm waiting for the next frame.