When I was a child

I used to eat, when I was a child, strawberries during summer, grapes with falling leaves, and pears when it got cold. It was nice to fathom the link between winter, summer and the flavors of the season. You didn’t actually know whether it was winter OR you were eating a pear. And, all of a sudden, you found out that it was BOTH.

It is no more.

And… why the fucking grapes don’t have seeds anymore? It was fun to spit them out. It made so much sense.