Scented breeze ~ a Haibun

The afternoon sun scorches fiery yellow on clear glass windows. From inside my air conditioned office, wearing a   grey suit, ready for a Zoom call from  Switzerland, I stare at a screen that seems incongruous today, and wait for the host to let me in .

This is mango season. Fruit vendors outside have the best Alphonso mangoes nestled in a bed of real straw. I picture myself later this evening, out of my grey suit, into my Indian cottons, bare feet, sitting with my family, going through each mango with bare hands, juice dripping down my wrists, tasting the best of one more summer.

scented breeze recalls
~a never again childhood
running off barefoot

D’verse – Haibun monday , hosted by Frank Tassone GoDog go cafe Tuesday writing prompt – never again, Kigo words – scented breeze, bare feet

10 thoughts on “Scented breeze ~ a Haibun

  1. I agree: barefoot. Juices dripping from one such mango. Summer — a childhood that will never come back.
    But let’s carry it over and create the feeling again. Yes?! Never to lose it ever again. 😉
    Lovely words. Thanks. xo

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  2. My friend Zakiah rhapsodizes about the mangoes of her childhood home in India. I can only imagine since the mangoes I’ve eaten are grown in the states and they are indeed “fruit of the gods” but she claims they are lackluster!

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    1. I agree with her. We’re blessed. Here it’s four months of different varieties and it’s sheer summer joy.
      Hope you’re feeling better


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