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I haven't felt this nostalgic in a long time. I miss the circle of pine trees at Shimek. Jade needles above, russet needles below, sky somewhere in between. And innocence and happiness I never knew I had but know i've lost. I miss how the world looked from a lower line of vision, I miss short horizons and aimless emerald grass. Still, though, its comforting to see things look younger and smaller, less intimidating. Its weird how exhilarating that was, how much it made me think.
You can tell what time of year it is by the color of the sky at dusk. In the winter, it is dim magenta, in the summer, it is twilight colors, blue fading to green fading to yellow, mirky as lake water. I don't know what color it is in the fall or the spring. I wonder....
All I want out of life right now is sunlight and sky and brittle, wilted dandelion wishes. Immaculate white or immaculate emerald, but nothing in between.
You can tell what time of year it is by the color of the sky at dusk. In the winter, it is dim magenta, in the summer, it is twilight colors, blue fading to green fading to yellow, mirky as lake water. I don't know what color it is in the fall or the spring. I wonder....
All I want out of life right now is sunlight and sky and brittle, wilted dandelion wishes. Immaculate white or immaculate emerald, but nothing in between.