What’s the quietest moment you’ve ever witnessed?

I was at a wedding last week, and just after the vows, the lights dimmed. No music, no movement—just this stillness, like the air itself held its breath. The groom’s hand trembled slightly as he reached for his bride’s. I didn’t press the shutter. I just stood there, watching the way the light caught the corner of her eye when she blinked. That’s the kind of moment I keep thinking about now: not something to capture, but something to carry. What’s the quietest thing you’ve ever seen that stayed with you?