More blossoms sprout underfoot

Is everyone as lucky as I feel on a day like this? The sun is beautiful, the people in my life are gentle and love me, the world is full of so many good things. Even the evil nasty ranting of Morrisey is sweet and pretty. As the poor bastard sang, There is a light and it never goes out… But of course I don’t mean it as he did.

I woke to a sweet conversation and a farewell of a kind. I found kind words on my site, and a wonderful invitation spun its way to my through the wirelessness of my phone, drawing a promise of wandering among the flora a week from now—something to look forward to; I read pages of a brilliant book, and the tendrils of my words reached out to Europe, to North America, to Seoul. I got a call from an old, old friend in Iksan, who spoke of the blessing of the sunlight.

It’s time for me to go out into the springtime, too, and enjoy what is as much mine as it is any of ours. There are at least a few more hours of light out there for me to cycle through. Maybe I’ll get some in saxophone practice, and some reading, downtown? I don’t know yet. I’ll decide in the shower.

Off into all of this… later, all.


I binned the plan to practice, and simply took the long way to Deokjin Park. If I take the Sam Jeon Jeon Ro (almost definitely misspelled, sorry) it’s only a half hour ride to the Park, though I have to navigate being on a semi-freeway like road with people trying to pass me without swerving into the middle lane. And honking at me. And trying to drive me into the ditch, on rare occasions. But it’s fast! That’s how I got home.

But to go to the park, I went via downtown, which is rather circuitous and involves a really nasty stretch of hill just before the Protestant Hospital (Jesu Byeongwon). On that road, people were cheering at me as I rode up the hill doggedly. Well, except the people who saw me stop halfway and let the blood return to my legs. They didn’t say anything. I am hoping in a few weeks I’ll be able to do that hill without stopping.

Anyway, I stopped downtown at the Tap Bookstore but found nothing to my liking. Still, the owner gave me a copy of Time Magazine, perhaps in hopes of my returning, which I’ll only do when I need to pick up some “classic” literature, as that’s almost all they have (and I figure I can get some of that cheaper in used shops in Toronto and Montreal this summer). I did see a really nice Korean cultural-history text that looked fascinating… but it was damned expensive!

Anyway, after that I found my way to the park, and sat about reading the magazine and chewing on some dried fruit, sipping green tea, and saying hello to the odd kid who had the guts to cry out, “Hi!” to the Pink Unicorn (that is, me). There were lots and lots of couples and families out together, and it really felt like spring, sitting there in the sun and relaxing. Gotta do that more this summer.

And now I’m home in one piece. I’m gonna make some Thai chicken curry soup and run some over to Heather, who seems to have a bad cold. Aigo…

One thought on “More blossoms sprout underfoot

  1. Gord,

    You’ve described the most perfect day. It almost seems like the first page of a novel on the four seasons. I remember leaving the gym near downtown Dallas one year and walking about the streets. I’d been sad for a very long time over my ex. First it was the tulips I noticed. Then the buds and blossoms on the trees. I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but the beauty I witnessed all around me was so overwhelming that it pushed my sadness aside and I could do no more than surrender to it. Your words have drawn me back to that day. Kasmsahamnida, Gord.


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