Fog in Fog Alley
The fog in Fog Alley is always thickest in the early morning.
It is wrapped in the fragrance of the old locust tree, wrapped in the smell of soy milk from the grandmother in the alley, and also wrapped in the unspoken words in Awu's heart.
After his mother left, he returned to this small town.
In an old house filled with old things, he dug out a stack of letters, a diary, and a tenderness that had been dusted by time.
It turns out that those people he thought were lonely were never alone.
It turned out that every gust of wind in the foggy lane was gently hugging him on behalf of his mother.
Purpose: Use gentle words to heal every tired soul and deliver the worthy warmth of the world.