On the passenger seat of my car were letters from two friends. Both were unexpected, and both made me giggle upon reading them. Next to the letters was a flat of strawberries.
I reached over blindly and lifted one gingerly towards my face. As it entered my field of vision, I marveled at the perfection of the red that covered it, marred only by tiny green-yellow seeds. I brought it to my mouth, and my lips parted. My teeth pushed gently through the flesh, and a surge of sweetness danced over my tongue-- the sweetness that only comes about when the berry is at it's perfect ripeness.
As I savored that flavor, I realized that no matter how bad things are, there can still be moments of perfect happiness. This was one of them.
Caught in the afterglow