When we were in Jecheon, at the oriental medicine park, we found a playground. So first we played on the zip line and the random bouncy things that exist here in Korea. We had fun laughing and goofing off while trying not to scare all the children away. As the sun set, they left on their own. Eventually we found a sort of tire swing, except bigger and with net across the middle.
The sun went down as we lay in opposite directions on the swing, hands clasped between us. We kept the swing rocking gently and talked about nothing. It was pretty much perfect.
I'm torn about writing blogs like this, because I want to remember these moments, but I don't want to cheapen them by telling everyone about them. It's hard to write a blog and keep the right balance between public interface and diary. In a certain way, though, it's a lie to not write about big parts of my life. I think a good way to do that might be to write about little moments of big parts.
That was already six weeks ago.
The sun went down as we lay in opposite directions on the swing, hands clasped between us. We kept the swing rocking gently and talked about nothing. It was pretty much perfect.
I'm torn about writing blogs like this, because I want to remember these moments, but I don't want to cheapen them by telling everyone about them. It's hard to write a blog and keep the right balance between public interface and diary. In a certain way, though, it's a lie to not write about big parts of my life. I think a good way to do that might be to write about little moments of big parts.
That was already six weeks ago.
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| John on the random bouncy thing |
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