• Diary

    Riding The Dragon’s Wings

    Sometimes I feel as if I caught the pearl and rode the dragon’s wings, soaring through the great big skies of my own existence, caught between reality and dreams. In these moments, I am untethered, a creature of pure whimsy, seemingly unbound by the mundane shackles of daily life. The pearl rests in my palms, a symbol of wisdom gained through experience. It reminds me of the trials and triumphs that have sculpted my being. In its luster, I see the reflections of my laughter, my tears, and the myriad of emotions that punctuate the pivotal moments of my life. Riding the dragon’s wings, I embrace the tumultuous winds of…

  • Diary

    Red And Purple Sunrise

    This morning, I witnessed something magical. As I peeked through my window, the sky was transforming into a breathtaking canvas. The red and purple hues of the sunrise blended together in a multitude of fiery colors, casting a gentle glow over the world. The red was so deep and passionate, like the warmth of a cozy fire, while the purple added a touch of mystery and depth. Watching this spectacle, I felt a sense of peace and wonder. It was a reminder of the beauty that begins each day, often unnoticed in our busy lives. I stood there, mesmerized, letting the colors wash over me, filling me with hope and…

  • Writing

    Reckless Driving By Local Volunteer Ambulance Company

    If volunteers wish to be regarded as unpaid professionals, they must uphold the same standards as their salaried counterparts. To whom it may concern: I write this letter to shed light on a distressing incident I recently experienced on the roads of Vermont. It deeply concerns me not just as an individual, but from my professional perspective as a former career Firefighter and Paramedic Lieutenant. While traveling, I was abruptly forced off the road by a local volunteer ambulance company that seemed to exhibit a blatant disregard for safe driving practices. What was even more alarming was the fact that the ambulance chose to overtake my vehicle on a blind…

  • Diary

    Nostalgia’s Embrace

    As I sit quietly, the soft hum of life buzzing around me, I can’t help but be swept up by waves of nostalgia. The memories of old friends, their laughter echoing in my mind, bring a bittersweet ache to my heart. I miss them—not just their presence, but who we all were in those untouched moments of our past. There’s a certain melancholy that comes with the memories of cities as they once were. Those streets and corners where I left pieces of my younger self, where every building and every turn held a story, a secret, a smile. I long for those cities with an innocence now colored by…