Ancient
I love the contrasts in Seoul. The old and new, the urban and the agriculture, the beautiful and the foul, the East and the West.
Today, I walked to work in a stream of young, affluent Koreans in black suits and shiny ties, the women in hoes and high heels. We walked over the newly re-bricked sidewalk, headed to our respective desks, computers, responsibilities. Then, I veered one block to the backstreet that leads to my office, walking past a mountain of red peppers drying in the sun outside a little restaurant.
As I passed a building, I heard soft laughing and looked through the thick garden nested between buildings to see an old man and woman. They sat on overturned buckets, weathered hands sorting the good bean plants from the bad. Their old faces were cracked with well worn smiles and ancient love for each other.
-Jessica
