I captured this frame on a breezy afternoon when the sky felt impossibly vast—an ocean of drifting clouds stretching over a gentle green slope. Two kids appeared at the crest of the hill, one pedaling an old bicycle with determined excitement while the other pushed from behind, laughing as the wheels wobbled forward. Against that giant sky, their small bodies and simple joy felt almost weightless. The scene unfolded in silhouettes—just pure motion, innocence, and friendship. No rush, no noise, only the sound of the wind running alongside them.