It's freshly-picked. The vendor boasted as she sliced one of the pineapples for us to try. It was sweet, crunchy and juicy, as though summer made gold edible. Perhaps it was sweeter because we had another fantastic trip to the beach. Driving in the familiar routes, singing in the car, swimming on the same cove, harping on the same happiness that we can afford.
Maybe we even outdid ourselves. We brought sandwiches, apples, cherry tomatoes when we stopped by a nice deli. Chilled wine for us and fizzy orange juice for our children. I'm having fun, the little one says in a full sentence.
The sea and mountain air was hot, crisp, and fresh. It hugs you from everywhere. I breath it in. The sun and the moon were in one sky. Playing with the children, holding my wife's hand, it smells like deep, deep, bliss.
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