I just bit into the juiciest nectarine I have ever encountered.
It was plump, enticing and tantalized my taste buds before they had even sampled it.
The sweetness immediately intoxicated me and elicited little sighs of pleasure.
Delightfully fragrant and somewhat sticky juice, slowly dripped from the ripe fruit.
At that moment all I knew was pure bliss.
How could something so simple be so life affirming?
Should God really have punished Eve for taking a taste?
Shouldn’t we all (taste life)?
It was as if I suddenly knew all the beauty the world held.
Simple, unadulterated joy.
Brought forth by a piece of fruit?
Have I lost my mind?
Is life so provincial?
No, I don’t think so.
I believe that my heart was open and briefly unencumbered. So much so that I was able to truly experience the beauty of the moment.
A few seconds of something simple yet ever so complex.