날이 흐려도, 안개가 끼어도 아침은 늘 새롭다

날이 흐려도, 안개가 끼어도 아침은 늘 새롭다

아침에 눈을 뜨니 간 밤에 비가 뿌렸던 것 같다.

구름이 낮게 드리웠고 안개가 끼었다.

밝고 활기찬 이미지와는 다른 아침의 모습이다.

 

산책길에 나섰다.

 

날이 길어져서 그런지 새벽부터 제법 많은 사람들이 Boardwalk를 채우고 있었다.

얼마나 걸었을까,

뿌연 안개 속에 해가 떠 오르고 아침이 밝아왔다.

 

안개 속의 풍경과 사람들은 신비로웠다.

 

날이 흐리고 안개가 끼었을지라도

아침은 늘 새롭다.

 

 

"Though the sky be heavy with clouds and the earth cloaked in mist, morning is ever a fresh beginning."

 

Even when the skies are overcast and the fog wraps the earth in silence, morning arrives anew.

As I opened my eyes, it seemed the night had been touched by gentle rain.

Clouds hung low, and mist clung softly to the world.

It was a morning unlike those painted with brightness and cheer—
quieter, cloaked in mystery.

I stepped out for a walk.

Perhaps because the days have grown longer,
the boardwalk was already filled with early risers, stirring in the silver dawn.

How far had I walked?

Through the veil of fog, the sun began to rise,
and morning unfolded—dim, yet luminous.

In that mist, the landscape and the people moved like fragments of a dream,
strangely beautiful and otherworldly.

Even on a grey, fog-bound day,
morning is always new.