25th March 2018
Zouk, Prague, and a Morning to Remember
After a full night of dancing at the Zouk Prague Congress, I went straight to the Charles Bridge, hoping to catch the sunrise. The city was still wrapped in silence, and the air felt crisp, the kind of quiet that only exists before the world fully wakes up.
As I reached the bridge, the sky slowly began to change. Soft pinks and oranges crept over the horizon, casting a gentle glow on the statues and old stones. The moment felt surreal... no music, no crowds, just the light, the river, and the hum of a city about to open its eyes.
I started taking photos, capturing the magic of that early morning stillness after so many hours of movement and sound. It was a moment of contrast and calm, the perfect way to end the night, and a memory I’ll never forget.
As I reached the bridge, the sky slowly began to change. Soft pinks and oranges crept over the horizon, casting a gentle glow on the statues and old stones. The moment felt surreal... no music, no crowds, just the light, the river, and the hum of a city about to open its eyes.
I started taking photos, capturing the magic of that early morning stillness after so many hours of movement and sound. It was a moment of contrast and calm, the perfect way to end the night, and a memory I’ll never forget.
