HANNA LEE
2024.1.20 - 2.17
I am grateful to those who were always by my side, both yesterday and today, when it was dark.
I am not as scared as before because the light and warm exhalation they gave me touches me.
I hope that each breath I exhale becomes a ray of wind and hugs you warmly.
A little light shines brighter in the dark. Beings with little light, a tree of light held dearly by a dog, fish in a fishbowl seen by a duck, and the subtle glow of the moon contained in a water bottle are things that are hard to see under the dazzling sun. She said, “A ray of light illuminating the darkness reveals many things. It makes me hear the breathing of things that were always next to me but I passed by without notice and reminds me of their importance, like the air.”
A little light becomes hope. A shy step toward the light makes the frozen time flow and the air move. The air becomes wind and passes by the surroundings, instantly pushing the crescent moon hanging overhead far away. And then it soon returns, carrying gifts like the smell of grass, the scent of flowers, the moon halo, and the voices of countless friends who passed by. These are peaceful scenes at night where darkness and light embrace each other.
