Peaches / Strawberries

When it’s June and I’m hot, and I sweat as soon as I leave the house, and I sigh during my evening jog because all my overweight parts are jiggling in the wet humidity, and I curse the fact that the low temperature for the day will be 82 degrees (sometime around 2am), and I wonder why I even bother to live in the South, I remember peaches and strawberries. Strawberries get ripe here in mid-Spring—I picked some in April last year—but the juiciest, most fragrant Georgia peaches only arrive in June. The happy convergence occurred today, after a mostly sleepless night of lonely worry and self-pity. I cut up a peach and three strawberries, scraped them into an elegant bowl, plopped vanilla Greek yogurt on it all, and, over some velvety French-pressed coffee, I allowed myself to breathe in the world without fear and to remind myself that life is worth savoring. The cat sat by my side, sun-warmed and purring. Eating and sipping, I remembered to try to attain her level of grace and ease in the world, at least for a moment. And, for that if nothing else, I’m grateful for June.

About Walter Biggins

Walter Biggins is a writer based in Atlanta, GA. He is the co-author (with Daniel Couch) of Bob Mould's Workbook (Bloomsbury, 2017). His work has been published in The Quarterly Conversation,, Bookslut (RIP), The Comics Journal, The Baseball Chronicle, and other periodicals. Twitter: @walter_biggins.
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