Chiang Rai - How many times does Chiang Rai know? Stop counting.
Chiang Rai is greeted by light air, and the road stretching like time is slightly stretched; the car passes through a green field that is not yet fully awake; the light music in the car becomes a backdrop of ununcomfortable silence.
Stop by the street to eat. The smell of fresh roasted coffee floats with the rain.
The village on the hill is quiet.
While sipping coffee, looking down the valley, it's like seeing a lot of relationships that have tried to climb without needing to.
In the afternoon, check in a simple room. Cold light hits the bed linen with thin streaks. Take a ride to the farm. The wind from the tea field on the side of the road blows hard enough to calm the heart. The shadows stretch on the street. Movement is a way to stay.
It was this rhythm that in the head hummed "I want to look at you pessimistically."
(Yes, it's me, the gen y sister who grew up with Chong Ma-chan.)
Morning, coffee near the property.
Onsen. The hot water warms the skin a little bit at a time.
The ever-heavy idea became unconscious.
Before returning to the small sheep cafe not far away, why would a person sip coffee next to a pile of sheep's dung?
Two days, one night may not be long enough for a change.
But enough to live with silence without feeling the need to explain anything to anyone.
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