Though Seoul’s winters are the coldest I’ve experienced, the frigid winds that sweep down from Siberia in the deepest recesses of winter keep cloud cover away, allowing vistas much more rare than in the other seasons. Golden hours, shadows, and silhouettes are longer. We walk until we stop, watching from across the urban valleys as the sun sinks sliver by sliver. The warmth from the hot coffee I held seconds before is gone. My fingertips freeze as I arrange the photo. I tell myself the discomfort is worth it, because when will we be here again to see these wintertime Seoul sunsets?
Hong University Subway Station, Summer 2015
tradition amidst a modern backdrop
오랜만에 와서 글을 씀.근데 확실히 한글폰트가 이쁘지 않음.
The sensitive and fragile sense come from the inside, not from other
Spring hardly comes but it last easily. Warm season is what I adore...
It's been 3 weeks without any proper work. It means good for fun but hell for the report.