The photograph shows my 14-year-old son, at an age when emotions are fragile and thoughts often turn inward. He is frequently lost in quiet contemplation, carrying feelings he does not always express.
We arrived at this beautiful public bathhouse, where he slowly walked toward the light and sat down, gazing at the mural in front of him.
I do not know what he was thinking at that moment, but the scene felt calm and gentle. Perhaps, in that stillness, the light offered him a small sense of comfort—enough to heal his heart, even if only a little.
