3.3 – Hanah, Yi-han, and Mr. Han Cheo-eum

Leaving the neatly organized blocks of the new city, I drove further with the lake park to my right. Before long, I reached the Han River.

After passing the middle of August, the start of the sunset had clearly moved forward. Not long ago, this time would have felt closer to afternoon than evening, but a golden hue was already mixing into the sunlight sparkling over the Han River.

Inside the running car, there was no need for the air conditioner or ventilated seats. The breeze coming through the driver's window and exiting through the rear window no longer felt humid.