This morning I woke up on the beach to the sound of waves and solitude.
I watched a fire go from inkling flame to roaring beast, to soft embers.
I played violin to the waves and the wind.
I held my breath underwater and came up to the horizon reborn again and again.
The past 4 weekends have been spent on on of three islands east of Seoul. Muui Island was hosting a ‘Korean Burning Man’ (which turned into something so small and cosy we called it Burning Baby). The week before the party I went on a reconnaissance mission alone. The following weekend we returned to the same place for Burning Baby. The weekend after that, I felt the need to get out of the noisy city again. The plan was Ulleung Island, but, typhoon. So, Jawol Island it became. About a mile of beach. A handful of people. This weekend I went to the next island in the chain, Daeijak Island. Similarly deserted, but for two restaurants, a noraebang and a couple of day-trippers.
Two of these trips were with friends. Two were solo. There are pros and cons to both. I am glad I found the balance. I have to get back, but the weather’s turning. Perhaps again in summer. So, beaches, I’ll make you a deal. I promise to put some footprints on your shore and share your beauty with others if you promise to be there when the sun comes out again.