Rough

On July 25th in the 19th; when the time strikes sixteen.

 At the outskirt of the country side within the lush village of Seoul. Hahoe flock.

 In the vest field of golden grains and corn; we played tag. The sky was bule and the hot golden sun up seem to smile on us.

 Encourage our playful foots to ignore the anxious mind; so we play some more.

 The skies became grey as hills hide the mountains, it rumble and the bell rang announcing the nineteenth hour.

 " Oh no...!"

 Every children for his' slippers as we picked our basket and process to plucking off corns into it... before the big belly man came.

 " Jihye...! Hurry up...!" Yu Ree screamed, hopping impatiently with her small fist cleach on the rope they connect her basket to her back.

 " I coming; I'm coming..." Jihye screaming back. Her small dirty hands pulling among the dense field containing grains. Seeking for the finest as her mother intructed.