Dear Diary,
Today is a surreal day. As I sit by the window, peering out into the summer afternoon, I am reminded of the stark contrast between the present and the past. The skies are filled with the lingering haze of wildfire smoke, which has draped the landscape in an eerie, orange hue. It’s hard to believe that this is the middle of summer, a season usually synonymous with warmth, clear skies, and endless blue horizons. Instead, the smoke has taken over, casting a somber shadow over the beauty of this time of year.
I remember the winters we’ve had, when the world was transformed into a magical wonderland. The contrast between then and now is striking. Back in winter, the air was crisp, and the ground was coated with a pristine blanket of snow. The beauty of a winter sunset was beyond compare – the sky painted in hues of pink, purple, and gold, reflecting off the glistening snow below. Each sunset felt like a masterpiece crafted just for my eyes.
The sunsets during this smoky summer are also beautiful in their own haunting way. The smoke creates a surreal filter, diffusing the sunlight and transforming it into a golden ball of fire, larger than life. The colors are richer and deeper, and the setting sun appears like a glowing ember, setting the world ablaze. But as captivating as this sight may be, it’s a stark reminder of the destruction and pain caused by the wildfires that continue to rage in the distance.
Amidst the beauty of these smoky sunsets, I can’t help but yearn for the pure and untainted winters. I miss the sound of laughter as kids playfully throw snowballs, the comforting warmth of hot cocoa by the fireplace, and the sight of families coming together during the holiday season. Winter brought a sense of calmness, a chance to slow down and reflect, much like I am doing now as I jot down these thoughts.
As I write this, I can’t help but hope for better days ahead. I don’t long for the return of those picturesque winters, where the world was transformed into a white wonderland. Because I do hate winter. I yearn for the summer days when the sun shines brightly, and the skies are clear.
Until then, I will cherish the moments I have and hold onto the memories of those serene winter days. I will also remain hopeful that one day, the beauty of winter will outweigh the beauty of these smoky sunsets, and the world can be restored to its truest form. And I run away to a snow-less landscape.
With love and longing for brighter days, Bill
Boneshakerbike 
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