Sheo JungToronto, Ontario
Guestbook It's Cold Outside
This image is about loneliness in a time of joy. It shows Cheltenham Badlands, which consists of an area of soil erosion and poor farming practices, but the dirt is red underneath the snow, and a sight to see. My mom took me there after a three hours of driving to help me release stress after I had been battling with chronic bouts of mild depression, and we laughed a lot. She likes to take me places in the car, far away from home because home reminds me of pain a lot. Of tears that have been shed or hidden. But this day was fun. It was extremely cold outside and my mom and I laughed at how my brother trembled from the chill. I felt a little like the place could be more fun if my father was around, but instead I thought that he was watching over us from the beautiful clouds and sunlight. I don't want this to sound like a sap story. Because it's not. It's about a time where days are cold and my life feels colder, but there's still warmth somewhere. And I just have to push through the bumps and hills and tears to get there. But right now, it's cold. Canada itself is cold. But I don't think any place could have shown me more warmth, even when I feel lost and cold here. Because when I went to Korea, the place that I was born in, the smog filled my senses and I could hardly breathe. But here in Canada, there's endless land. Endless fields. Endless skies. And I guess endlessness is a good things sometimes, even though it's usually the biggest thing I lament over. It was cold. But I can't imagine a warmer day, because my mom smiled.