Today I ate the most delicious apple. I was waiting for the bus to arrive, and peckish, I grabbed one of my newly acquired Fujis from the farmer's market. So fresh - absolutely crisp, sticky-cool-juicy pleasure. I had to keep checking the time to make sure I ate every bite before the bus came. On the ride home, I wore a tacky veneer of apple juice around my lips and on the fingers of my left hand; secret badges honoring my enjoyment.
I wonder if I would have so thoroughly enjoyed my snack had I not been bored and tired at a bus stop. If I had been with good company, would I have been distracted? Maybe I should always eat fruit at bus stops. It might always make the waiting so much sweeter.
And I wonder if the family of farmers who grew those apples have been choosing the best ones to regrow for generations; how long did it take to get that apple to taste that way?
Sometimes the confluence of man and nature yields beautiful results.
I wonder if I would have so thoroughly enjoyed my snack had I not been bored and tired at a bus stop. If I had been with good company, would I have been distracted? Maybe I should always eat fruit at bus stops. It might always make the waiting so much sweeter.
And I wonder if the family of farmers who grew those apples have been choosing the best ones to regrow for generations; how long did it take to get that apple to taste that way?
Sometimes the confluence of man and nature yields beautiful results.
