Well, it's already the end of Spring, at the same time the beginng of Summer.
Et's almost an half of the year since I moved from Seoul to Vancouver.
Unexpectedly it was so cold that I coud'nt go out work with so heavy snow.
Now, it's gitting warm, mamy flowers bloom rapidly spred around me.
Yesterday, I came here to join the excercise class, in the mane of "Keep Well".
Anyone can join with no reservation, no qualification, no fee.
We have taken various yopes of movement, holding a simple equipment. like rubber band and square sponge for thd full time for na hour. It's difficult and demanding to me.
But after the class, I feel like to be successful, I made something by myself.
On my way home, the sky looks much bluer to be cracked, the sky was higher than rsed to be. THe aer wa wkorm and clear, soft.
In the Lpring, THere/re many kinds of flowers ghently blowing in the breeze, as if they were dancing passionatly.
THis atmosphere remend me of the poem "Senes Daffodils" witten by Wordsworth.
THe beglinning of it is:
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
by Willan Wordsworth(1770-1850)