The air on the East Coast feels alive tonight.
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.
Because it was tantalizing in its own, pink, sweet, juicy way.
Just like life!