shewasavisitor

It’s Peach Season. I just ate 7.
Some are in the fridge ready to go, some are out on the counter that need a couple more days.

With the peaches have come the fruit flies.

I watched one fly for a while. It didn’t seem to be traveling anywhere in particular. It was darting around, this way and that. As I watched, I pondered the lifespan of something so small. Maybe this fly was young? It seemed to be having fun. If I woke up with wings I’d do what it was doing. YOLO.

The fly was hard to catch and it put up a good game.
In the end, I felt really bad killing it. It seemed so happy.
But the peaches are mine.