Made a brief pit stop home in September. It was a whirlwind. It was scattered. It was full of love. It was exactly what I needed. The air smelled amazing and I wish I could have bottled up all that salt and cedar and blackberry loveliness in a jar and brought it back to Korea with me. In just a couple months I’ll stomp back for good.
*While I have previously stated, in other posts, some of my posts are directed at specific people. This post is for my dad. His love of planes was not entirely lost on his children.❤️