Let 'Em Ride

Nearly the entire day was spent on a train

that wound around the mountains and valleys

so intricately that it felt like we might be

knitting a sweater.

It was a dreamy day.

 

Boring Lovely Things

Flash and glamor only shine in a certain light.

But boring lovely things shimmer,

no matter dusk or dawn,

lit by our memories

and the glow of our hearts.

 

 

 

Dreams Come True

Snow in Anjung-eup.

Merry Christmas to me.