Seoul Fall

Koreans take good care of their apartment complexes. We're talking redwood forests of 20-30 storey apartment buildings with tiny streets snaking around them. And, as I've discovered, that's where all the trees in Seoul are hiding. The apartment people steal them!

I took my break with me on a walk today because I couldn't handle being in that stuffy little school anymore and I set off to find some nature. I found it three blocks away, crammed in between luxury housing towers. It's like they took all the green in the area and hid it away. I stepped out of the mess of run down stores and fish-smell, cars running over you and bikes smashing into you, I walked through a wonderland of real sidewalks, playgrounds and shrubbery. I settled on a circular, roofed bench just beyond a miniscule put-put course almost hidden from sight by the grass and bushes. It was astounding how much it smelled like the suburbs.

Today marked the first day of non-rainy cold. And by cold I mean pretty much what Ann Arbor's summer was like this year. It was glorious. The sun changes everything and I felt the traces of a stunning Autumn-to-come everywhere. I can smell it now through the living room window. Like my chest just opens up to let it in. If anything can cure me of my rapidly-shrinking-boobs depression it just might be a Seoul Fall.

Well, we'll see about that one.