A spring morning

Shoes laced tied up, turn the music up to appease my ears and hit the up arrow on the treadmill. I begin my morning with a run and clear my mind as I look out the window and watch the morning traffic move through the streets of Daechi. Cherry Blossoms are blooming but falling raindrops are weighing them down littering the ground with small little white petals. Spring is here. Although I miss the smell of Minnesota spring and green grass, Seoul's damp streets and colorful umbrellas are enough for me.