Hamburg Steak, and Ma Jong-gi's Words of Wind

20210508, #breakfastdiary 84, 16°C/light mist Warm up a cheese-stuffed hamburg steak that had been sitting in the back of the fridge, and pan-sear the prettiest broccoli and tomato in the world with a little salt and pepper. Add a sunny-side-up egg and a bit of Parmesan — a hearty breakfast. Words of Wind After we have both departed, if my spirit ever brushes past you, don't think, even for a moment, that it's just the wind stirring a spring branch. Today, at one corner of the earth's shadow where I came to know you, I mean to plant a flowering tree, and when that tree grows and blooms, may every hardship we ever earned together turn into petals and fly away. Turn into petals, and fly away. It's unbearably distant and futile, but must we go on measuring everything in the world by an arm's length ruler? Sometimes, when you listen toward the wind, dear kind one, don't forget, even when you're weary, the words of the wind arriving from so far away. #MaJonggi's new book — Beauty, Its Hidden Breath — has come out. I should stop by the bookstore.