After dinner, we lounge in the reading chairs by the window. As I'm sitting with my feet curled underneath me, Han-Neul unzips his guitar case and starts strumming a gentle melody. I watch as his fingers slowly dance between the strings, plucking notes methodically. I find myself gently swaying to the rhythm of his guitar, almost hypnotically. I allow my eyes to roam his body, taking in every little detail. The way his hair curls long enough that they sometimes have to be brushed back. Sometimes, he would give a slight frown as he concentrates but mostly his face is relaxed. In my mind, words are slowly forming, filling in the holes of the incomplete song.
Like a flower blooming in the snow,
this is a fleeting moment shared with you.
Every so often, he would glance up from his guitar and give me a small smile, our eyes locked for a few seconds. I burn into my mind, this very moment. This fleeting night will become a warm memory when I return to Australia.