Small Moments at Ttukseom

Ttukseom did not feel like one single spot. It felt like a sequence: station, path, open space, water, then the place where the day actually starts.

The things I remembered were small: someone fixing a picnic mat, a bike bell passing, the smell of food, and the first clear view of the water.

Once the activity was part of the day, Ttukseom stopped being just a meeting point. It became the setting for the whole memory.