Mostly, I just wanted to post this weird dream I had. I was walking by my elementary school, reminiscing about growing up, when I notice two girls (age: mine'ish) sitting on a bench nearby talking about .. something. I don't remember. I wander over there, finding it odd that they would also choose this place to talk given our ages. One of them invites me to sit, offering me an apple and we begin conversing after a brief introduction? about our lives, regrets, etc.
It was very surreal. Mostly, I remember the taste of the apple and the glint in her eye as I ate it with relish, cause it was...apply.
And now I'm at work. Outside it's fall, a sheen of wet on everything, cool, and glorious.
A lot like a good apple, full of subtle undertones and glorious sharp bite.