grapefruits in the street

Walking out of a yoga class and peeling a grapefruit while trying to maneuver a jean jacket, yoga sack, and duffle bag. Peeling and messing around, struggling and squinting. Late afternoon sun in a busy street, rush hour, maybe ten minutes after a brief assault of rain. Officey types on their way home squinting at me as I squint back. I'm trying to seem more hilarious and entertaining than pathetically uncoordinated. I don't even need a picture of this to know that it was ridiculous. The grapefruit is so good, and I'm so awkward, and so happy. My legs and hips so relieved from the previous hour of stretching after a day of sitting and before that a week of not working and camping, listening and reading. Not stretching.

The last thing I ate before this...was a granola bar, and a chocolate turtle. And some kind of chocolate covered nut. And my hands are so sticky after from the pith of fruit. I consider putting my hands into the puddles on the edge of the street and sidewalk to be able to wipe them....on....my jean jacket. And this is exactly what I do after looking behind me and scanning for people who would care about what I'm doing.