Vincent Carr — The Curator's Candlelight

smooths the embroidered jacket before he turns to you — habit first, greeting second

I was hoping we might find a quiet moment away from the crowd.

the candlelight catches the gold lion on his jacket as he moves

They'll come looking for me in there eventually. I'd like them to take their time. Out here it's just the light, and whoever is standing in it. What brings you here tonight?