Red Star apple variety originated in the United States and was introduced to Qingdao in 1982. It is mainly distributed in Jiaonan, Laixi, Pingdu, and Jimo. It is one of the main apple varieties grown in Qingdao. The average weight of a single Red Star apple is 190 grams, with some reaching up to 500 grams, and the fruit shape index is around 1, with a conical shape. The fruit surface is smooth, with thick wax, abundant bloom, deep and wide calyx cavity, and prominent five ridges. When the fruit first turns red, there are distinct intermittent red stripes, followed by a red blush, and when fully colored, the whole fruit is deep red with prominent purple-red coarse stripes, a glossy surface, and light brown or gray-white fruit dots. The flesh is pale yellow, crisp, juicy, and sweet.
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through the mist
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We woke up to a gray sky, the kind of morning where the mist clings to everything and feels like it’s seeping into your very bones. It’s not rare for this part of California, but it was certainly different from what I was accustomed to. Despite the gloom, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill knowing I’d be spending the day with my Christopher. There’s something comforting about having someone who understands you so well, especially on days when the weather seems to mirror your mood.
Stepping out the door of our temporary home, the cool fog kissed our faces. I tightened my grip around his arm, feeling its warmth and strength. We set off together, ready to explore the Golden Gate Bridge. It wasn’t the first time I’d been there, but every visit felt like the first—like meeting an old friend with a new story to tell.
Walking onto the bridge always made me nervous. It wasn’t the height itself—it was the openness, the way the world seemed to stretch endlessly below me. The bridge swayed slightly in the wind, and I had to remind myself to breathe. Still, I wasn’t about to let Chris go alone. He had mentioned wanting to walk it before, but I wanted to share this experience with him. Knowing how daunting it could feel, I also knew it would be unforgettable.
Before long, we reached the towering arches. They stood out against the gray backdrop, almost defiant in their grandeur. For a moment, I froze, staring down at the water rushing beneath us. It was dizzying, overwhelming. Chris noticed and gave me a reassuring smile, pulling me closer. His presence was grounding, steady. Taking a deep breath, I nodded and we started walking.
The bridge seemed endless, the wind picking up as we moved further out. Cyclists zipped past, their energy infectious, while tourists snapped photos, marveling at the view. Every step forward felt like progress, even if my heart raced just a little faster than usual. There were moments when the gusts grew strong, pushing me slightly off balance, but Chris was always right there, steadying me with a gentle hand on my back.
Suddenly, he paused and said, “Wait here,†before dashing to the edge. I watched, trying to suppress the panic rising within me. But then, I saw him leaning over, camera in hand, capturing the view. I let out a shaky laugh, realizing how silly I’d been to think something dangerous was happening. Encouraged, I joined him, standing beside him as he clicked away. The breeze picked up, but it was soft this time, almost playful.
With the sun peeking through the clouds, I finally felt comfortable enough to look down. The water sparkled below, reflecting the changing light. It was breathtaking. Chris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “I’m proud of you,†he whispered in my ear. His words warmed me more than the sun ever could.
As we made our way back across the bridge, the rain began to fall. We laughed, running for shelter under the nearest awning. The drops painted the world around us in shades of gray and silver, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the moment we’d shared.
Back on solid ground, we sat together, watching the rain paint the city in hues of silver and gray. It was a perfect end to an imperfectly beautiful day.