A Sunday in #Seoul
Planes can be seen flying over-head. A Mini train passes on the long bridge to destination. Thirty, forty, one hundred high rise buildings all occupying people and businesses. Buildings in construction, with the sea water stretching on for miles and miles. The water front view pointing to mountains and those high rises. That was my walk to the river. Bikes passing with stereo sound speakers blurring out. A city built on water and growth. Two bridges leading to where you want to go. Whilst the young woman closes her eyes to listen to the beating of the wind. Whilst bikers pass on by and walkers stroll on, step by step. The sun is lighting the way to where one goes next.
Twenty-one on the bridge in front of me, each tall stone catalogued with a sign warning that 'if you climb you might fall'. A Sunday in Seoul. Hapjeong is as peaceful as all Sundays should be. And as I look glaring over the glistening ocean with floating sticks brown. Are all Sundays this way. Should it be.
Greenery and statues. A walkers lane, the bikers ride by.
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