For some reason today, I was thinking about a day a handful of years ago when I was chatting with a friend at work about her morning. She told me how she had parked in a lot and was getting ready to walk the blocks to work when a homeless man walked up to her and asked her if she had any change she could spare. Nope, she said, but I do have this one peach that you can have. She said he took the peach and held it in his hands, ran his hands over the peach. Then he took a bite, and then another, and another. They leaned against her car in the sunshine while he ate the peach, quiet. When he finished eating it, he smiled big and did a kind of mmmMMMmmm. He thanked her and walked off.
For some reason today, I can picture her face as she was telling me this story, crystal clear.