By Rachel K. Fauth, ETA ’16-’17 what I know about the old lady is maybe three things: first that she is pious, second she is harsh, third that sometimes she wears white and only white, matching linen shirt and pants. that, and she once stopped to lift my wrist, flip it, graze its pale, translucent underside, cooing oh 예쁘다, beautiful! * in the field she picks only white ones, while I search for the mutations: blushing, emotive pink blooms, some hot red peeling from the petal’s edge. she says of my selection, 귀엽다, this is very cute. there’s my dad’s comment about how flowers happen, and though it be another species altogether, the bluest hydrangeas are because of the acidity in the ground. that I can’t tell her, joyous woman, bounty of only the whitest wild, cut and compliant. we don’t share a language or perhaps its definitions. * driving back at dusk I recognize one word on the radio. it’s her son’s name, the Korean word for hymnal. the sky burns borderless beautifully the same color as my fistful of derelict buds. and I wonder, does this woman prefer the daytime for its purity?       Rachel K. Fauth was a 2016-2017 ETA at Changpyeong High School in Damyang, Jeollanam-do. She now lives in Knoxville, Tennessee