East of bustling Haeundae, I found a lovely seaside path where the crowds seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet rhythm of the sea.
I’m not particularly fond of these ordinary signs at the entrance, yet somehow, I always find myself taking a photograph of them.At the beginning of the walk, the shimmering sea and the distant high-rises are always there behind me.Following the seaside signs, I wander on toward the railway, hoping to catch a glimpse of a passing train.A train below, the moving booths above—two quiet worlds passing through the same frame. For a moment, I couldn’t have asked for a happier view.Along the way, I came upon a lookout where the deep navy sea stretched out before me, almost as if it might quietly draw me in.About two-thirds of the way along the path, I reached a lively harbor. I decided to end my walk there, wanting to hold on to the quietness that had accompanied me along the way.
