August










Wanderers of day, hunters of night—swift, slow, social, solitary—each lives by its own rhythm. Together they form a balanced world, like a symphony where every note is different yet essential.
What began as a cozy, two-hour morning coffee talk turned into what felt like an unforgettable memory, saying goodbye with a hug before the blazing noon sun. However, friendship blossoms out of just such a short time. All of us came from different countries—Japan, South Korea, China, Mexico—but we met in the courses at Durham…
A quiet morning. The first light of the sun appears. Everything awakens. Mist hovers over the lake, water shimmering. Walking by the lake, she glimpses a white crane standing across the water. Running closer, she crouches down, capturing the moment. A white crane stretches its neck, standing in the shallows. Quietly, carefully. Its gaze fixed…
The grass becomes lusher and greener after the summer rain. Fir trees gently sway in the breeze, their shadows side by side, overlaying the lawn like rolling little peaks. In the strong sun, a large green dragonfly circles over the grass. I stand under the eaves and watch as it ignores me, flapping its sparkling…
The morning light filtered through the trees, casting speckled shadows across the porch. I sat outside reading, the wind flipping the pages softly—along with a quiet moment. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. It was my sister.