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The afternoon in Central Park was filled with the bustle of people in every corner, marking the city’s chaotic atmosphere everywhere. I stopped and waited for a gap where no one would pass by when I accidentally spotted this beautifully patterned wall. Just as I raised my camera to take a picture, a boy holding a popsicle ran up to the wall with his back against it , next to his father, who was holding his cell phone and ready to take a picture of his son. The sunset sun hit the boy’s face impartially, and the boy’s eyes did coincidentally look into my lens. I just pressed the shutter and the boy ran away. The crowded crowd gave me no chance to catch up with the father and the boy. The whole process may not have taken more than five seconds, but the camera recorded the eternity of that certain sunset in Central Park. The bustle of New York during the holiday and the momentary flash of light in the boy’s eyes were fleeting, like the peace in the chaos, or the eternity in the chaos that I once chased.