Andong Bus Terminal ; Time spent at the bus terminal is also part of the journey itself.

While waiting for the next bus, I spent some quiet time watching the evening light fade over the high-rise apartments.

I like the evening waiting room, filled with a gentle, drowsy stillness.

The small restaurant inside the bus terminal is one of those places loved quietly by regulars. The salted mackerel, in particular, is a quiet specialty.

Stepping onto the bus, there is always a faint sense that the journey is coming to an end.
A quiet kind of sadness lingers for a moment.