Grapes.

grapes. grapes are little embryo's of flavor. you look at them and see either purple or green, whichever you prefer. i tend to lean toward green, although if you want to freeze them to make a candied treat, trust me, use purple.
when i see a nice bowl of grapes, i instantly form a smirk on my face. a smirk of joy, and utter pleasure. as i pop them one by one into my mouth, i taste this: myself and a beautiful blonde puppy dog on a field on a bright shining spring day. the leaves are beginning to change and the air is crisp and smooth. the smell of it reminds me of singing in front of a crowd. the sun is loud and i can feel my eyes getting even more blue.
eating a bowl of grapes.
one of my favorite things to do.