Sokcho.
Tonight, the sky was brighter than the previous nights. No snow to mask the stars and hide the moon with its white color. Thus, the dots of the stars in the dark sky were sunny as if making the moon smile cheerily.
No wind brought a storm apart from peace, but the cold air could still freeze this lonely night — freezing the remains of my feelings — eroding them slowly — and flying them somewhere.
I shook my head slowly. Seemingly, being alone in this silence was starting to get me carried away...
Looking out the window, I let out a soft sigh. January was the peak of winter in South Korea. Naturally, it snowed as often as they wanted. While it wasn't a storm, was enough to be called a fortune.
There was nothing else to do in this place other than sitting in the silence, eyeing the natural painting from morning to night until it made me feel tired.
I sighed softly. Then, slowly stood up, and walked towards the bed.
