After our normal 12 hours at the work space here in Seoul, the walk home is about 20 minutes.
When it is bitterly cold, about 1/2 of this walk can be accomplished underground through various subway tunnels. When you pass the slumbering homeless men, wet boots standing guard outside cardboard sleeping accommodations, you’ve reached the end of the Gwanghamun underground.
From here, it’s out into the snow.
The cold is not really a bad thing for the walk because at midnight, with the blanket of fluffy snow cover — and between the rare soul tromping through it or car sliding its way across it — the city is nearly silent; so silent that you can even faintly hear the individual snowflakes as they fall to join with their friends. It’s amazing for a city like Seoul to be so quiet, and it makes the walk home both peaceful and refreshing.
Although my face tends not to enjoy it so much, my mind surely does.
I guess that’s the important thing.