Stepping out of the apartment, I noticed the streets were drenched from the rain last night. 🌧️ The world feels different after a shower, a tad more serious. The dampness makes everything sharper, the chill wraps around me, waking me up. I can clearly feel the boundary between me and the world. Even after fall began last weekend, the days were hot, and the nights occasionally muggy. I was tired of the heat. But now, I know, summer has left the building.
The rain kept coming and going. People outside were either using umbrellas or carrying them. It was unlike summer, which would drench everything like it was the end of the world and then dry it up with blazing sun. ☀️ When the rain paused, the key shop man swept the sidewalk water onto the road. Even as noon approached, the streets lingered in a morning-like, soft light.
Having tasks right in front of me, yet tending to everything else, is an old habit of mine. I wander around, leaving the door open but not crossing the threshold. I don’t know why. Listening to music, opening books, painting… I don’t really feel rushed. Perhaps because I’ve lived like this for so long. It’s not that I think it’ll all work out; I just don’t think at all. Mind control like that is useless for life but maybe it’s been good for my mental health. 🧘♀️
Netflix has uploaded a survival variety show called ‘Black and White Chef.’ I think it was around Chuseok, and it seems quite popular. My friends wouldn’t stop talking about it, so my curiosity piqued. But, for days, I just browsed other shows around it. Once I choose, I’d be locked in for a couple of hours, so I pick carefully. Or maybe I’m just avoiding commitment. 🤔
We’ve got two midweek holidays, Tuesday and Thursday. It’s like a clever trap, tying everyone in place. Even if I could take them consecutively, I have no plans to go anywhere. These holidays just make the week disappear in a blink. Is today a holiday? And suddenly, the day has slipped away. Tomorrow will vanish too, and then onto the next stepping stone. 🏞️
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