Spring

This is the typical scenery in our neighborhood and as I walk to the base.

Each day spring seeps into the earth with its thawing and sprouting and turning up of new soil. Each day brings new sights and sounds, a fresh perspective on this foreign land.

And I remember this land is not foreign but ourselves foreign in it. The people around us are following in the well trodden path and work of decades and dozens gone before them. They know this land well.

I gladly offer the customary bow to the passersby I meet because this Korea is their Home.