Knocks, yellow, reflection

Yellow Dust
Someone is knocking on a nearby hotel room door with an implement. The sound is metallic, hollow, and I can’t help but think louder for me than the intended recipient.

A yellow dust from China descended on Korea, a dust obscuring Seoul after a rainfall forecast to clear out pollution. I’m told it’s an annual event, the yellow dust.

I settled up the hotel bill for my most recent two weeks in residence. It’s like a fortnightly rent payment, a clearing of the balance sheet, a zeroing out. It’s nice.

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By Paul

I’m a Detroit expat recently returned from Tokyo living in Chattanooga. I’m a consulting security professional and father of two. I promise that my views and politics are mine; not yours or my employer’s or anyone’s. I follow no party or affiliation or anything. My things are released under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International license unless otherwise stated.

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