Sitting at the edge of a quiet wooden porch,
I capture the gentle flow of everyday life.

A morning when sunlight lingered on the jars,
A spoonful of soybean stew that brought tears to my eyes,
And the voice of my mother carried by the wind at the end of the porch…

This channel is a place to revisit the warm emotions we’ve forgotten.
May it be a small pause in your tiring day.