sleepingnyan

The big puff cotton of the world doesn't emit any light. Little by little, droplets of morning dusk are touching my skin.  As I walk along the course, my eyes caught two hazy images that are moving roughly. "Should I peek in? Should I turn around and pretend that I did not see anything? But, curiosity is killing me". I murmur to myself. Fresh air, wild plants, fragrant flowers, tall-old trees, unlighted pathway; seems usual to me. I grew up living in the mountain. And this time, I am supposed to go to church. The sun is awakening from its deep slumber when I encountered this unexpected event.  Out from my curiosity, I tried to eavesdrop bu