Photo and Written by Seok Kim

I stepped on a road, became muddy by rain. I didn’t care about the dirt road a thousand times. But this time, the road called me. I smelled the scent of grass that became strong by the rain. Nobody gave any name or look to the forest. But this time, a fluttering breath brought out the fishy scenery of Nantes. I saw mist rising up shily after the rain. When I covered myself with an umbrella not to get wet, I found a damp touch that touched my umbrella. I saw little leaves beautifully dancing in the rain. I thought I became a tree and put down roots in the ground. My past times and memories are entangled in this back street. The power of life and love that pervaded daily life came snugly near me.

 

*Nantes is a port city in north-western French.

Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #699