In a park in Shanghai, a lady paints characters on the paving stones. She uses only water. She is writing a poem. But in the summer heat, the characters evaporate almost as fast as they are written. The poem is simply for that moment and then it is gone.
That’s beautiful. Did you take the photo yourself?
No, it was taken by my brother’s friend. Apparently there was a crowd of people but the artist was oblivious to all but her art.