Yeouido, South Korea v

my kind cousins are paying for my trip to Jejoudo, an island in South Korea.

It's beautiful here. palm trees imported from California or elsewhere. Statues of grandfather made out of volcanic rock.

On the second day, the beautiful beach with volanic rocks on the sand. the sand is light brown. the waves come and go, wash their feet on the sand, their crested tresses swirling downward.

the color is light blue. it's cool waters, netted light on the bottom.

the hurricane is coming... we are not allowed to swim. couples dare to enter and then they are stopped.

there's an incredible calm here... one of those calms after a storm. there are places for children to wash their feet.

the vacation house in jejoudo is beautiful, aesthetic, and polished. the garden is cut nicely. there's a masculine and feminine plant. the feminine plant has eggs. there are swings for the kids.

often i have the sense that i have been here before, in a dream or something.

i look at the pictures of the people who live there. their kid looks familiar.

it is dreamy. the rain slants and whips. the drama of nature, the turbulence and drama of the romantic soul....