Citrus

Brought back from the market. Shining in the afternoon sun on the table, I wonder where these golden nectarines came from? Shipped from far away warmer climes no doubt. I wonder about the rain that fed them, the soil that nurtured them, and the calloused hands that picked them...

Daydreaming of fresh fruit and the distant lands of the sun belt along the equator. So soon...I can almost smell the warm air.