I woke up to the noise of the hands on my wall clock, just before the Jiwoo family rooster crows. A strange mist covered the farms as far as I could see, it would be impossible to do any work that morning - and possibly sometime in the afternoon. Stopping at my window, staring at the residence of my friend, whose figure was resting in her backyard with a cup in hand, I wondered if there was any chance of being with Jiwoo that afternoon, making him the company that possibly needed.

 

I had a great hurry for the Jiwoo family, his mother - Mrs. Kim - whose name had never even been spoken to us, was a lover of art, specifically of classical music, sometimes we had come in the afternoon talking about Beethoven and Mozart and their beautiful symphonies; Jiwoo had a sister, just a little older than she, besides Jungeu, I hadn't really met her, except for a few photos and memories of her own family, I just knew she was gone a few years ago, left to France in search of other opportunities in a new nation, in my last conversations with Jiwoo, my friend had told me that her sister had married a descendant of Japanese, and was having great successes in the art galleries, as well as his wife, who was known for its dance ahead of its time.

 

The sound of the footsteps was drowned out by the socks he wore, a strong wool that was warmed by his steps. The descent down the stairs had been so silent that there seemed to be no one else in my house, the cold made my lips tremble and the crucifix on the wall was completely ignored. The kitchen was strangely heated, possibly by the stove whose open nozzles released the blue flame. The kettle beeped, showing that the boiling liquid was already in place, there was smoke coming from the cups on the table, and closed eyes with joined hands showed that the prayer had started.

 

There was extreme care in my movements, the most silent so that the prayer was not interrupted. The hot coffee put my tongue to sleep, and I couldn't help dissatisfied at the lack of my favorite mug. The prayer ended at the beginning of the steps by the stairs, it was not impossible to walk in a stealthy way through the corridors of the house, not without thick protective socks, in the middle of the cold periods the wood creaked.

 

Brown strands appeared in my eyes, my sisters' attention dispersed to the newcomer. The wooden chairs creaked as they both rose, the girl bowed in respect to my mother's figure and my mug stopped in front of my lips, allowing the smoke to embrace them.

 

- Bo-good morning - She said as in a whisper - I ...

 

- Good morning my dear - Mom lifted her body, repeating the girl's movement - Sit down, please. Are you hungry? Did you enjoy yesterday's dinner? I hope the accommodations have pleased you.

 

She appeared to be lost, confused in the midst of concerned questions from my mother. A high-pitched sound was heard and in a blink she was already seated. My eyes blinked when they found his brownish orbs and the liquid wetted my pajamas. I felt silly for a moment, the glow of the browns had attracted me for a while, something tightened in my stomach and the air was missing in my lungs allowing me to gasp. I turned my back on the scene ahead of me, allowing me to enjoy my coffee in the calm of the cold day.

 

The sea that covered the fields was white and could blind the most unsuspecting walk of that cold morning. On average, it seemed to be a beautiful setting to be observed from the highest floor of a very warm house, strangely, I didn't feel able to return to my accommodations at that moment. Something stopped me, a strange feeling of discomfort caused my shoulders to shrink, however I would never admit that I would go outside. The eyes tired from the intense sleep made almost concrete illusions implant themselves in front of me, like the sound of wood being cut, and the curved figure of a tired man cutting it.