Little things

Small highlights in a day. Insignificant perhaps, or not.
In a world of objects created for convenience and speed, I'm glad there are things like this still around. I can remember going to the Greek corner shop in Muswell hill as a child on a mission to buy fruit and picking up blood oranges each with its wrapper of brightly printed rustling paper: scenes of blue skies and glittering mediterranean countryside stirring an idea of travel in me - the Isle of Sark being the furthest I had travelled at the age of eleven or so.

Walls, hot from the day's sun, the oasis of cool in the shade of a tree, diving into a lake: summer memories brought back from a glance at the bowl of fruit in our chilly kitchen this morning.