Winter in Busan seems to have arrived earlier than I expected.

I should have listened to my mother and packed some warmer clothes with me. The wind makes me shiver as we pass through the forest. Rubbing my hands together I try to make myself warmer but it is no use. I watch the misty fog through the glass as the car speeds up. The road is empty and the darkness that has fallen around it feels serene. Something I rarely get to feel in Seoul.