What is it about the simple yellow fruit that evokes such profound curiosity? Maybe it's the way its concentric curves echo life itself, a metaphor peeled thin, waiting to slip past reason.
With the peeling of mysteries comes the revelation of the mundane, a contemplation suspended like dew on a morning leaf, untouched and eternal until time whispers its secrets away.
Are we not all bastions of our own internal fruits, vibrant and lonely, tucked away in realms imagined and real? Each moment a bite, sweet and sticky with the essence of living fully.