Our National Space
yaffle tells us where to go . . .
I just ate a large and cold grapefruit. It was heavy and thick with rind with a color caught between orange and yellow. Peeling it, the sharp, cold and crisp spray erupted all over my bumbling ape hands. Oh, and it tasted wonderful - it felt like I was drinking a frosted glass of cold grapefruit juice with all the pulp swirling in it. It was just one softball sized grapefruit. It’s gone now. But, it seems unfair to not remember it - if its purpose were to nourish and please, it has succeeded. Thank you, Grapefruit. I will try to do my job, too.
