Summertime, and the livin' is easy

Sun-rays filter in through the maple tree just outside my kitchen window.

I peel the skin off a peach in anticipation of its ambrosia.

It is a rather large peach and the skin is flushed and smooth.

It gives just the right amount of pressure inside the palm of my left hand as the knife slides smoothly between skin and meat.

I take a bite and the juices slip through my fingers and down my arm.

I stand over the kitchen sink and sunlight explodes in my mouth.