I was afraid to eat whole peaches for silly reasons but today I decided to ignore my fears.
The juices ran down my fingers and my left hand caught the most. They went into the creases of my hands. They ran between the two rings on my left hand.
I was barefoot on the patio and I watched the peach juice drip everywhere and only twice did I start to gag because I thought the bite I took was moldy. Well the bites were not moldy, but I spit the chewed peach into my hand anyway and threw it over the patio's railing.
I wondered why I haven't tried this before.
I remembered that I grew up in North Dakota.
So I sat on the porch and pretended I was capturing a slice of my childhood that was yet unlived.
And I just let the peach do what it wanted. They're very difficult to control because they're so juicy and slimy.
I did not worry about work.
I did not worry about money.
I did not worry about school.
I did not worry.
Instead, I was free of those thoughts and instead, I wandered.
And in my wanderings, I began to wonder.
And I decided that unanswered questions are okay.
And that what happens, happens.
And I was at peace with these things.
I thought, briefly, that perhaps I could catch this feeling and lock it inside of me forever.
Then I remembered I am human.
I reveled.
