As I was walking to work, just now, I looked up to see vast billowing clouds of black smoke over Gobong Hill. Sometimes I go walking over there. I wonder what is burning? It looked like a tire or petroleum fire.
Right as I took this picture from a pedestrian bridge over Gobong-ro, a firetruck raced by , below. You can just barely make out its redness through yellow trees under the blue highway sign.
[daily log: walking, 7km]
(Poem #84 on new numbering scheme)
They say Dangun's mother was a bear. I guess she spent time in a cave. There was a tiger there, too. But he wasn't patient. So he ran away. The bear waited. A long time. At last. Light.
– a nonnet
Today is that most peculiar of Korean holidays, "Foundation Day" (개천절). I guess Dangun showed up around 2333 BC, and they want to commemorate it.
I'm happy to have a day off. Work will be busy this week, as last.
I avoided my computer for much of the day. That always feels virtuous, although I don't really believe it to be virtuous.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
