At lunch today we had our first apple of the season, a crisp, juicy representative of a variety called Smitten. It struck us both as the apple of a lifetime, the inspiring result of a rare combination of events forever and well beyond our control. Alive in a universe many billions of years old, conscious in bodies made of star-stuff — is it any wonder we are so easily and readily thrilled?
September 22, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Apples, Awareness, Consciousness, Control, Diaries, Fall, Journals, Joy, Smitten, Stars