Korea in the winter is about as bleak as living in a room painted gray. The sky, the buildings and the landscape are devoid of color and seem to blend together into a somber, spectral mist. So, arriving in the Hawaiian Islands on New Year's Eve felt a bit like when Dorothy's tornado-stricken house suddenly lands in OZ, and where the movie switches from black and white to technicolor before your very eyes. Reds are fiery, blues are deep and all-encompassing and the greens glow to a verdant pitch that would put the Emerald City to shame. As I sit on golden sands with the turquoise and cerulean Pacific swirling and sparkling before me, my gray existence in Korea evaporates like a dream upon waking. Enter my technicolor existence.