The Donkey

"And as I stood there on the hill, fountain spurting and splashing like I had never witnessed before, I cast my sight towards the group.

Edging closer, I see 10, maybe 12 Koreans clapping and cheering around the donkey.

Advancing towards them and turning the corner for better perspective, hundreds - no thousands - had lined the streets and great boulevards.
Once accomodating military parades and tanks and missiles, they now cradled thousands upon thousands of schoolchildren packed together waving decorative fans and cards and displays.

Married women bedecked the People's Boulevard adorned in traditional chokori and hambok - turning even the greyest of concrete surroundings into a pannier of expectation and excitement.
Men danced with exhuberance never witnessed before, and almost as if the opportunity may never present itself again.

Leaves torn off of the deciduous greenspace lined the floor whilst others tossed flowers and stems alike.

And as the donkey ambled past, the impassioned throngs collapsed into the street, following, cheering and waving with abundance - no care for dignity or gravity alike.

And atop of the donkey, adorning it's old and withered back, with a face lined full of relief and delight - was our victor."