I was on another assignment for a different project at the time. When I travel to the US I enjoy my jetlag: getting up at 2 or 3 am and start roaming the streets. There is a kind of magic atmosphere. A time where the humans sleep and the creatures of the night seize the dark. Little lights floating in the air.
One of those mornings I was roaming the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and found Jimmy. He was taking care of his Merry go round horses. His tenderness and care made these horses feel so alive.