Sat down for a while.

It's Tuesday, but I'm thinking of Sunday. My thoughts often tend to rewind. We walked in the late afternoon in Paldalmun, Kristin and I sat up on a hillside, and talked about cultural differences. This was the view from where we were. It was a peaceful day; the grass was dewy, and the air was full of mist. I could have swore that I was in England.

These days I am feeling nostaligic. I catch myself in reflections of life, and then I catch myself waivering between the now and the passing seconds. I am always looking for small moments, people passing by bicycle, street cats slinking under cars, the way a tree bends in the cool air.

On Sunday, I let the rainy grass stick to my new shoes, and feel the moment. It is now on Tuesday that I am already wanting to return to the quiet on that hillside where I discovered that Suwon is full of so many worlds. A person can feel that they are constantly entering a new realm with each new district, and how sometimes even a street down can feel like a different planet from the one that you've just crossed.