It was that period of the year when rain fell from the sky like a surprise, a curtain of water in a wave of sun, suddenly, crackling on the street. People ran to take refuge, a bag or a newspaper in protection over their heads.
Nam Ye Ri watched the shining drops, pearling on the edge of the phone booth and she wanted to laugh.
Everything had begun under a shower of light like this one.
And everything had seemed to end under one also.
The rattling on the glass stopped, and a rainbow spread over the building, in front of her.
She smiled, held out her hand to check it did not rain any more.
- "Good. Let's go!" she said tenderly, wrapping her shawl around her belly.
The sun played in the puddles.
It had not ended there.
Oh, no, not at all. On the contrary, everything had begun after this end.