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Northern Star

by meehyoe koo

The village kids in Northern Thailand, elephants walking down the mekong, papaya salad and fried rice in pineapple shell, king's anthem resonating amidst hot bright Siam Square, 10 baht motorcycle taxis and tuktuks, afternoon days resting and chattering in the mango grove, international jewelry fairs with rows of auroral, gleaming semi precious stones.

Being an adult is seductive and daunting all at once. It is like standing on top of a towering skyscraper with transparent glass walls - and it's terrifying to look down, but it's so beautiful to look across the reflecting glass window panes: it's like living inside a kalediscope - with a wide spectrum of colors constantly changing. It is dizzying. Yet beautiful.

What I am used to is the comfortable silence before dawn breaks. The smell of car fumes and the chilly crisp air in the dark as you hasten your pace to catch the first bus of the day.

I also like forsythia because it signals the coming of spring. It is quickly followed by lilacs, and they foreshadow the coming summer.

I like that summer her is apple green and crisp, unlike that of musty bangkok.

But I miss wading through the knee-deep flood in my streets after the heavy tropical rain.

Autumn creates an amber of time and memories, making the bad and the good both beautiful.

Bangkok was simplified and innocent. Seoul was dynamic, luminous and webbed.

This is what carried me here.

Am still searching for my northern star.