Watermelon Moments …


The air on the East Coast feels alive tonight. 
 
The humidity is like quicksand, hot, heavy, damp and dangerously devious. It is thick and touchable. Tangible..
 
The watermelon that I ate this evening was crisp, light, cold and delectable. 

With each bite I felt a smile work its way across my moist and slightly sticky lips.

How is it possible that something so slight and insignificant as a melon could impart such a feeling in a rather ordinary evening?

But then I wonder, is the melon truly insignificant?

 Isn’t every breath we take made up of milliseconds and moments that become a memory?

Will I always remember this evenings watermelon?

More than likely yes. 

Why?

Because it was tantalizing in its own, pink, sweet, juicy way.

Just like life!

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One thought on “Watermelon Moments …

  1. It’s the little things in life. The moments. They are precious.

    Great imagery you conjure up with your description of the air…having personally experienced it, I have particular reverence for your definition. Dig the image you have augmenting your piece of writing.

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