the Winter Trees

Climbing the winter mountain smells like burning woods. There is no sign of fire, but whenever the wind touches me, the scent of the trees permeates my whole body. The winter trees are breathing hot inside their frozen branches and burning their lives at their height in the sky. The winter trees have kept their lives with just one way of breathing. I stop my cold steps beside the winter trees.

 

the Winter Trees _ 20221216 (Seoul, Korea)