(Reno, NV) I have a beautiful apple on my desk, so beautiful that a coworker walking by commented on it. And honestly, I hadn’t even thought of it that way until she pointed it out.

Since then, I’ve felt strangely hesitant to eat it. It’s red and gold, and speckled and striated, and big enough – but not too big, and round – but not too round. It has a soft satin shine, a jaunty stem and a crisp, fresh scent. The anticipation of eating it is wonderful.