The mist over Geumosan slowly rolls over the emerald green trees as the insects hidden amongst the leaves let out high pitched whoops and screeches .The ground is hard under foot and a cool breeze rushes around with a certain ferocity that you only tend to find at great heights. Below lie the rolling foothills and valleys that peter out into the plains. In the distance the cities glisten, neon beacons waiting to be turned on and radiate a cascade of colour when the sun sets. Behind the cities, far mountains can be glimpsed; they too are shrouded in mist and seemingly merge with the clouds above.

Up here on the summit, the dull pang of the soju hangover is still present; floating around the cerebral cortex, but the cool breeze washes the poison away. Over the temple roofs and the foliage below, all is still. While in the cities, all you can see are skyscrapers flanked by apartment buildings, whereas here in the mountains, you see only the untouched magnitude of the mist covered landscape.

Written by Dann Gaymer