This morning I stopped by the store to fetch a few necessaries and was drawn out of my intended orbit by the pyramid of blond wooden boxes bearing gleaming orbs: the first clementines of the season, waiting to rattle the ride home in the back of my car, to be withdrawn from their yellow plastic shopping bag, to kiss my palm with spray when peeled, and to disappear into my mouth one succulent section at a time, inspiring a silent shehecheyanu for the first sweet, tart, tiny oranges of the year.

(inspired by elck's beautiful one-sentence blog entry, here. edited to add: he's collecting one-line story posts here.)