SOUTH KOREA | Tuesday, 25 November 2008 | Views 
my footsteps are heavy on the newly lain sidewalk. a patchwork of maroon and faded banana coloured bricks. the air is crisp. a breeze mingles the chill from the not-too distant mountains of seorak with the not-too distant salt spray from the sea of japan. the scent of sokcho. a tired ginko leaf scurries underfoot to lean itself against the curb. it rests there indefinitely, exhausted. naked trees hold their arms aloft overhead. a deafeatist pose of quite indignation toward the winter to come. a surrender of sorts. i plod on through the remnants of a korean autumn. give a nod to the mountains poking their heads up beyond the cluttered skyline of apartment buildings and telephone wires. a nod of mutual understanding between friends. see you around. i'll visit soon. the rhythm of my footsteps reaches its crescendo and i step through the welcoming doors of work.
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