This was taken in a small local market just outside Cusco, Peru.
The colourful threads hung across the walkway, blowing in the wind like they probably do every day.
But standing there, something about the moment stuck. The sound of the wind moving through the decorations was distinct, soft but constant, like it was part of the place.
In the background, you can see the handmade goods and textiles that fill these stalls, all rooted in local tradition.
It was one of those scenes that felt completely ordinary and completely special at the same time.
