Quiet weekday afternoon, the sky was cloudy and it drizzled a little but not too cold to dampen the mood of the beach pilgrims. Made it a point to witness this sea for myself, and the scenic view I was feasting on was simply more than words or picture-taking for that matter could explicitly expressed. Nothing left to be done, just walking along the stretch of rain moistened sandy beach of presumably a kilometer long and standing gazing at the waves came rolling into the shores. The myriad of seagulls dancing in the sky was a real treat and so is one family out on excursion which made a good picture through my lens. All so tranquil and peaceful, all so quiet and soothing, like the wounds been healed and the tears dried up. Such is the power of the sea! This is Busan, the land of the mountains and the seas and the seagulls. This is a place completely different from the hustle and bustle of the vibrant Seoul. And I just breathed in the cool crispy air in contentment.