White Noise

“White Noise.”

A festival of unpleasant noise, with everyone begging to be chosen.

It almost feels like being punished for not running in the morning, but a daytime city run has its own kind of joy.

Passing Beomgye Station,

passing the academy district,

passing Central Park —

5 kilometers.

Though it is the hour when the midday heat comes crashing down, this Saturday afternoon,

I run while filling my ears with the white noise created by the lives of my city flowing through every corner I pass.

Hoping for a holiday like that,

Let’s run!