One DaySalm

The scent of lineage, root and life. Eaves and beams, wooden frames. Below the pine tree lies the root in soil, grabbing the soil is a man-shaped key. The incense marks the passage of time, the ash falls to the sand and blend. You walk into the hanok , sharing the shape as the root-shaped key. The wood and you and the scent, has lived for countless thousand years.