Heart and Seoul

There are days when I find myself missing Seoul especially the autumn air. That quiet kind of beauty that doesn't try too hard. The leaves falling softly, like they already understand the art of letting go. The sky - pale, blue and endless. The breeze - cool enough to make you hug your coat a little tighter, yet gentle enough to make you smile. Not just the place - but the rhythm, the stillness between moments. The way the breeze carries a kind of peace you can't describe, only feel...

In Seoul, autumn whispers teaches that change doesn't always have to be chaotic. That season reminded me of who I was when life felt just right; the version of myself that existed there. It was reminder that even endings can be beautiful. That sometimes, letting go doesn't mean losing.

Even now, miles away, when I close my eyes and the wind brushes past, I can almost hear it - the faint whisper of Seoul, telling me that peace is a feeling I once found there...

In Seoul, I learned that silence can heal.