Photos and text by: Corey Amaro.
Melon sliced on the breakfast counter. It set the stage. Ripe and ready. Generous and lush.
Do you ever have those moments where out of the blue something reminds you of something and instantly transports you to another destination in time?
It happened to me yesterday when I cut the melon.
I wasn't transported to a memory, but more to a feeling. A feeling of childhood... young, vibrant, full of dreams with feet strong, and carefree to take me. A sense of childhood... standing at the kitchen counter watching my mom slicing a melon for us kids to eat.
Ripe and ready.
Full of seeds.
And while the feeling took me away I smiled.
Daydreams in the morning. Lucky little things aren't they?
Moments to ourselves amongst the reality of the day.
Like invisible butterfly wings fluttering about us, taking us in and out of consciousness without grandiose awareness. Inwardly we stop listen with a different ear, see with a different eye, feel with a different heart... and wander with those invisible butterfly wings far from the moment.
Delicious slices of life.
Giving of itself.
A thousand seeds, ready to plant.
And the juice runs down, watering the ground underneath us.
The breakfast melon on the counter was full of sweet surprises.