What a difference a small fruit made! Tangerine!
Yesterday, on a rainy Autumn Saturday, I went briefly to the nearest open market, desperately in need of Vitamin C. The past week was hectic, and while I tremendously enjoy workout and dancing, the last training I had with long series of side abs obliques workout left me feeling my each and every rib, my whole rib cage sore with muscle pain.
As I walked into the market and lifted my umbrella, a sudden rush of orange color was all around me. It is the season of mandarins, fresh, bright orange, citrus’n’honey smelling, little balls of sunshine and sweetness! The benches in the open-air market were filled with them, big heaps of mandarines, some still with leaves and branches, just picked, brightening up the day.
On my way home I peeled one tangerine and left the peels in the open bag: that sweet smell in the car already made me feel better. It took me away, bringing back an old olfactory memory.