Sometimes I get the overwhelming feeling to yell out to everyone, or anyone who will listen, "YOU"RE MISSING IT"!  It's like I have a secret that I want to share so badly with everyone, and it's all flying by out the window

This usually happens when I travel. This recent trip from Busan to Andong did it to me again.  I wish I could share the heart-bursting joy of the perfect beauty I find as my bus speeds northward.  I wish it could radiate out of me so others could feel it too.   While most people are lulled to sleep by the rocking of the bus or watching TV on their phones, it feels like I'm the only one who really sees it.

I feel so full of glee seeing cities of neon tucked in by lush green mountains.  Palpitations and giddiness buzz inside me from the blend of grays and greens and the mist, of the low fields' perfect geometry marching to meet the mountainous tangles. 

The anticipation of whats around the next bend, even the reflection of myself in the window confirming that both the views running past and myself watching them are real.  I try to capture these images, to try to share them, but it's in vain.

... and not just because taking photos on a highway, in a bus, isn't the best photo op.   Even though I know these pictures never turn out it doesn't stop me from snapping them on almost every bus ride

I did seem to do a bit better a few days later from a car window.

Either way, one of my favorite moments of  travel is one of my least favorite too.  I'm elated that I get to see something special, disguised as something common or overlooked, or at the very least something I think is very special.  But this seems to happen at times when I can't share it with other people.  It's that inability to share the special-ness that makes me want to yell out the most.

 I want to make people pay attention, to see what I see, because it's just too beautiful to describe.


From Busan With Love, and Beauty,
Jenna