Late start – sun already high and warm enough to soften the edges of the morning. Wandered to the farmers market, where the air smelled like basil and raw onions. Stopped for an iced tea and an egg sandwich from Dunkin’ Donuts, the kind of breakfast that feels like a little hand-held anchor before drifting further into the day.
On the way back, a street-side vendor under a shade umbrella had tables crowded with treasures – plastic tubs of plums the color of bruised twilight, small yellow cherries that glowed like marbles in the sun, and some other nameless fruits that looked like they belonged in another climate. I left with coconut and mango, the vendor’s machete flashing in quick, practiced motions on another coconut.
Lunch came from the morning’s shopping: a “turkey” and muenster cheese sandwich on spelt bread from Ritual Breads, brightened with sweet peppers from Thornfield Farmer, and a generous splash of Fermented Fire’s tangy hot sauce. Summer’s bounty compressed between slices.
Weather: Mostly sunny, 77°F, light breeze from the west. A few lazy clouds drifting like unhurried passengers.
Mood: Slow and pleasantly unmoored.
Found Object: A mango that smells like a whole day at the beach.
