Heart of a watermelon

The outside green-dappled skin looked unbroken, unblemished except for a slight yellowing where the fruit had sat on the ground.   'Knock-knock' sounded firm.   Split open, it was a mess of water and wet chunks of pulp and a very odd smell.   It is no longer summertime. . . .


watermelon ball
outside green-dappled, inside
no viable seeds


A rainy day, no wind to speak of, listening to rain falling down, but not being blown around, distractedly trying to accomplish organization and clean-up, content to accomplish little, but think much.