A few years back, six or seven, I was eating a peach. This peach was just right. Ripe. I love the texture of a peach. You’ve got that soft stubble on the outside, just enough to notice as you bite into it, and then that sweet inside so soft and juicy. One good bite and it’s all over you. It’s on your lips, your chin, and your fingers. The taste of it on your tongue for long after you’re finished. A good peach, a really really good peach, leaves a taste in your mouth that you can remember for years. Summer time, warm nights, the air humid, and the grass wet with dew. Nothing hurts and the night sky goes on forever.