A smattering of tomatoes rest on my counter, flecked by sunlight that has found its way through the blinds. Some are fat, some are tiny. Some are streaked with deep green, almost purple. Some are a perfect, rich shade of red. Some are marbled with orange and green, red and yellow.
the joke of time
the joke of time
the joke of time
A smattering of tomatoes rest on my counter, flecked by sunlight that has found its way through the blinds. Some are fat, some are tiny. Some are streaked with deep green, almost purple. Some are a perfect, rich shade of red. Some are marbled with orange and green, red and yellow.