I wait until the wind stops talking, then I lock onto a single line on the horizon. I keep my breathing slow and my hands still, almost like I’m not moving at all. The silence is a cue, not a distraction; it lets my eyes rest on the frame I want. I remember that the world keeps turning, so I let my focus settle before I move. It's like taking a photograph in a storm— you wait for the right light and then you don’t move until the shutter clicks.