Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Autumn

As my korean vocab perhaps extends furthest into the depths of weather gab, i engage many in an enthralling meteorological discourse. More often than not, Koreans i speak with prefer the fall season. and with good reason. the summer was way too hot, and they say the winter gusts are freezin'. I even recall a particular gentleman muttering that all Koreans just hunker down and wait all year for autumn: A time when the fall breeze through the canopy of leaves never fails to please, and the nuetral weather allows them to untether those burdens from which they find difficult to sever.

Last weekend i embarked to Mt. Seorak with 3 close friends. Our trip coincided with an abundance of autumnal tints. From a distance the mountain resembled one of those Thomas Kinkade paintings my friends at home chide me for enjoying: a wash of multicolored tones blending into one another, some shaded and others shimmering with dabs of sunlight. Once we hit the hiking trails I discovered we weren't very good hikers, but great loiterers. All too often we were held in our steps, heads upturned at a kaleidoscope of luminated leaves, a swirling mirage, a myraid of mini-stained glass windows. Witnessing the coexistance and interaction of these two natural phenomena (the fall season and the mountain) breathed into us the mental health that i sensed earlier in those who proclaimed their love for autumn.

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