It was a warm, still night when I arrived at the top of the parking garage. A storm flashed lightning over the ocean behind me, and the sun glowed orange behind the Ravenel Bridge in front of me. A plane passed over my head and into the silent storm. I stood at the rail, feeling the hot breeze from the street below flip up my hair. A church became enshrouded in its nighttime light, and no cars were passing below me -- the stoplight was red. But the stoplight within me turned green, and I knew the calm before the storm would be frozen still by my camera.