There are wonders in this world, and then there’s him, Christ the Redeemer. His beauty is legendary, yet elusive, something I couldn’t resist. On the first day, the clouds draped themselves over him like a veil, and I waited, hopeful he’d emerge. But he remained hidden, a shy mystery in the mist. I went back the next day, and with clearer skies, I thought I’d finally see him. Still, he stayed just out of sight. I realized that sometimes, if you can’t see what you seek, you carry it home with you, in your mind’s eye. And that’s what I did to bring him home with me from Rio de Janeiro, even if just in spirit. If the world is looking for him, please keep the secret for me.