The images are from Korea. It has been a month since we've returned, it feels distant, as it did then. I maybe leaving out some important visual punctuation in this story, but I guess I can save it for later.
I have these few minutes, alone, my child sleeps, my man is out. I am joyful though tired. A short path is visible in front of me. Let me keep my eyes fixed on my feet, the place I am. Our return to that distant hillside is near.