The days are as long as the shadows—fifteen hours of daylight, they tell me. I wish I could store it up...because even now in the golden glow, I remember the winter all too well. The glow is more than golden this week, though. It is an apocalyptic pink-orange. Wildfires are burning inland and steady wind has driven the smoke over the city; the close, hazy atmosphere feels stifling in typically clear and scenic Vancouver. The warm hues cast over everything and the sun a dusty burning orange blur remind me of the days they'd burn the sugar cane fields in Maui and you'd wake up feeling like you'd woken to the end of the world....especially when it began to silently snow down flakes of black ash. Anyhow, its all taken the heady edge off the gloriously long days, but I am still glad for the warmth and light, even if it is buffered by the diffusing haze.
