A fine silty dust coats my apartment window. The stainless steel rail outside of the window has now become a dull luster under the yellow cloaked sun. [Hwang Sa] literally translated yellow dust, has overcome the city of Seoul and my memory of past Korean spring times becomes clear on this obscured Monday morning.
Spring time in Seoul can be a dirty time. Shifting jet stream winds lift and carry fine dust sands from the Gobi Desert in Mongolia and China to blanket the Korean Peninsula. The air is thick and heavy with this gritty nuisance lasting for several days at a time. As the Gobi Desert continues to expand and contract annually so too is the mirrored alteration on the face of this city hundreds of Kilometers away.
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