Fall in Seoul

Sun-straining clouds, a breeze covers me, the chill of fall wraps me in its sharp arms. The sky rises, and then falls, looming ever closer, dropping from the heavens, I can almost touch it. I can taste it, the smell of it permeates my mind...Fall in the East, winter fast approaching, and I spin round and round, reveling in the coolness and crispness of the air. The skyscraping apartment towers, that always seem to be reaching so high to touch that which they were built to span the distance too, are floating magestically, not now having to reach for the sky. I think it must be God's favorite time of year, as never are his heavenly lands closer, than in the late months of September and October. All things good and beautiful on earth are at their fullest, right before the long sleep of winter...the ripest of their yearly time. Lushness, mixed with the coming frigid...so beautiful, brittle, but magnificent. It will snap any moment, and I appreciate this strange fragility, as I know it is all too quickly vanished, beneath snow and ice, and then it is gone, as the next time you see life, it will be new. The Fall, as death fast approaches; it is as if life defies that which is inevitable, throwing its most beautiful aspects out in an overwhelming display of the brilliance that is only shown in moderation the rest of the year...as though this effort will stun death into halting its ever-patient advance. Death does not stop, but you know that it appreciates that which life has sent to try and distract it. Fall, the end of the old, a neccessary passing for the creation of new life, but the old life makes you feel so rich, as you see what it is fully capable of being. The colors, the scents, the textures, all in the air, floating around you, filling the space between earth and heaven, combining the two, and being, momentarily, a unifier of the two.