The Nakdong River ; Beneath the haze of early summer, the river greeted me once again—quiet, unhurried, and gently familiar. From Gyeongcheondae, the grand curves of the river unfold right before your eyes.

The old pavilion stood above the Nakdong River, as if lost in thoughts gathered over countless passing seasons.

From Gyeongcheondae, the Nakdong River unfolds in a wide and gentle curve. The haze seemed reluctant to reveal the full view, keeping the landscape just beyond reach.

Still carrying the lingering mood of the river, I wandered on and unexpectedly came upon a curious museum. For a slow walker like me, the exhibit felt out of place. I smiled at the contrast. (Sangju Bicycle Museum)

The market moved at the same unhurried pace as the river, carrying the quiet rhythm of an ordinary day. It seemed to be quietly waiting for the familiar footsteps of local customers.

Amid the cluttered shelves of the bus terminal kiosk, I found myself lingering, unable to decide what to buy.

Returning at midday, I found the bus terminal still full of movement and quiet energy.