Until now
I looked outside
through dusty blinds
Sometimes people passed by outside the window
pretending not to notice
Even when it snowed
or rained
Falling leaves
even as time passed
I peeked through the gap between the two blinds
like a voyeur
Yesterday
My son who got married and lives in the next block
hung thin curtain for me
The blinds went to the trash
It weathered hard times together
but I want to see the outside peacefully now
Looking up ahead
I see the neighbor's wall and the painted steel fence in between
And turning my head to the right
I see the neighborhood street
Small, but I can see the sky too
There is something more important
When my study grows dark, the outside grows bright
When the outside grows bright, my study grows dark
What a beautiful change.