It was Wednesday and it was snowing heavy. It didn’t take a genius to realize that it wasn’t going to stick, the snow was falling but water was running through the streets and I was on a bus taking a narrow road up a mountain. By the time I reached the base of the tower, the ground was covered in snow and Seoul was hidden by a dense fog.
By mid-afternoon the snow was gone and the frost had run its course. But you wouldn’t know it to look at the trees and the path leading up the mountain.