정착
On May 7th around 4:14pm
Facing the 45-degree angle slope, I am climbing up without knowing the destination. While the ray of sunlight was shining on my white shoes, reflecting the light to my eyes, my dad told me to look up and see the rock in front of us. A giant gray rock with engraved words was blocking my sight to the entrance of the trail leading to the mountain. I heard it had remained there since my dad was in middle school. After hearing the history of the rock, it seemed a little lonely. After exploring around the trails of the forest, we found a way out to return home. On the way, possibly light blue with hues of green, metal structures protecting the large cylinder tank were surrounded by the trees. A monument stands in place, guarding the water for the city. The weight of responsibility was filling up the air around it.