First glance she gasped and burst into tears.
It could have been the love story, or the aura of tragedy.
It might have been the overwhelmingly spectacular expanse of white.
Regardless, her eyes filled with salt water and her chin quivered uncontrollably.
Her crying made me cry a little, even though, I wasn’t feeling what she felt.
We sat there side by side, fragile and full of emotion.
Then we both smiled for the photograph.
The Nun and the Crocodile 