I take a bite. I taste sweet nectar, after my tongue feels the smooth skin, and my teeth make their way into the warm insides. The juice, unlike the meat, is cool and sweet, and I quickly lick up a dewy droplet just as it is trying to make it’s escape around the curve of my lip. This is the sweetest sensation I have felt today, and my mind takes a minute to recognize this splendid pleasure. I quickly yearn for more however, and I take an even larger bite, this one hits the center, and so I rotate this delicious apple and find another spot to sink my teeth into. Finally, and unfortunately, I am left with the core of what once was a satisfying way to end a tiring day.