The End of The Five Day Rain and Hello Autumn

The five day rain has finally relented. The clouds have peeled back to reveal patches of unfamiliar blue sky. Overnight, it seems, summer snuck out the bedroom window and let the autumn gusts blow in. It's cool enough for jackets. Even now that the rains have subsided. And just last week I was lounging at the beach. Who knows though, perhaps summer will make its return before fall is here to stay. The weather is anything but predictable.

So we holed ourselved in all weekend and wrote. Our story is blossoming in ways we had never foreseen. We stepped out in the drizzly twilight into a world unfamiliar after emerging from our fictional cuccoons. Waiting for the darkness to seep from the vents, waiting for the curfew sirens to wail. But no one knew the world was ending, that the plague had ravaged the country side. That the world was waiting for a savior. No one knew.

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Couchsurfing with Ara in Busan last weekend. She told me, in the summer, the beach can see one million visitors a day. The beach was crowded, the water was shallow, and the waves were none. We just sat around, floated around, buried ourselves in the sand, ate ice cream.