Warmth of the Han River

After work, I sat under Banpo Bridge and drank a can of beer from the convenience store. Just listening to the water flow made my mind a little quieter.

After quitting my job, I went to Ttukseom every day for a while. I just sat on a bench doing nothing — that was all I could do then. But somehow, that was enough.

I fell off my bike on the Han River path and a stranger passing by put a bandage on me and just walked away. A day I felt grateful to someone whose name I'll never know.

I couldn't sleep at dawn so I went out to Yeouido. There were quite a few people sitting alone besides me. I thought, everyone's here for their own reasons.

Last winter was really tough, and my friend dragged me out to the Han River. We grumbled about the cold while cooking ramyeon, and that day I smiled for the first time in a while.

Every day on my commute, I cross Dongho Bridge and look at the Han River. Some days it's foggy, some days it sparkles. It feels like a different river every day, and it makes me curious about tomorrow.