A Winter Night at 00:05 Hours
- onNovember 10, 2014
- Vol.4 Summer 2009
- byHwang Tong-gyu
- A Winter Night at 00:05 Hours
I walked watching the stars.
I was about to cross after I got off the local bus
behind the apartment’s back entrance, but I just kept walking.
The stores’ shutters came down, as if trying to conceal their inner cold.
Still, one or two snowflakes blew in the wind
from the snow that had briefly fallen late that night.
The dust must have died down for now.
How long had it been? I adjusted my coat, collected myself,
and walked to the last stop watching the stars.
The last bus stop. Not so long ago, on one side
of the small triangle-shaped square,
an ironmonger’s with scissors and knives
hanging outside its window like baroque music, was demolished,
and a farmer’s market with the sign To the Field took its place.
The building lights go off and a streetlamp reads the sign.
On the opposite side, a Shilla Bakery closes its doors for the night.