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