Between the Trees
When the highway to the city is taken, cornfields emerge on both sides. Rows of trees lay on the border between the road and the wasteland left after harvesting the corn in winter. All the trees passing through the rainy and windy winter season are covered with moss. The moss that wraps around the barrels and the branches dazzles with a fluorescent yellow-green under the warm sunlight for a brief moment during the winter, boasting its intense light. Its exhilarating and splendid beauty is fascinating, and we may suddenly encounter the remarkable scenery between the trees after staring at the area for a while. The desolate land and the leaves are a space where only fallen trees exist, but it is the moment when we finally know what was there in the beauty of negative space. The scene seems familiar yet peaceful and fresh enough to go overlooked for a fleeting moment while we drive on the road. Have you ever experienced a moment like this, or have you ever had enough time to realize this feeling on your own?
Life is often intense in repetitive patterns. In the fast lane, we constantly ask ourselves what is important in our lives. We may always look for and expect to find “warmth” experienced in the “continuation of time.” There is nothing beautiful in “impetuousness” because all the beautiful things in the world ripen with time. In the things that always exist, which we have not achieved with our own efforts, we have moments when we feel the beauty and the warmth of their existence. The moments we have just discovered will accumulate, and it will continue to endure our daily lives.