persimmon off to the races

persimmon

Fruit navel gazing... Lohbado gazed into the middle of a red fruit from a nearby store. He wrote a few paragraphs then deleted it, because it was so much nonsense, a kind of verbal emotion, grammatical humming and hawing in wonderment as the imagination got carried off to the races. There's something amazing about the red and orange, the warm glow and the textured pattern of the leaves and stem. That's the advantage of getting older, one's body settles down. It's easy to sit for a long time and contemplate something, but then the mind can just as easily sink into a stupor or get agitated with chatter.