a smell so sweet

here's one of the perks of living in the sunshine state. tropical fruits.  this sweet batch sits in my kitchen, enamoring me with it's scent. i try to walk away, but the scent is so intense. i turn around. admire it's radiant color. smell it once again. and it's gone. oh the sweet flavor. it takes me back to my childhood.  even before i met the states. when we climbed trees to retrieve this precious fruit. it takes me back to the pleasure i felt when as i child i ran under the rain and drank the water from heaven while it fell on my face. it had the sweetest taste. just like this mango. and together these two memories paint my childhood summers. full of innocent fun. tree-climbing. enjoying delicious and colorful fruits and playing hide and seek in the dark. oh the summer nights. years later, my passion for this fruit still remains, giving me a connection with my past. with cherished memories of growing up. and it connects me with the town that gave me life. oh the sweet, sweet memories under the shade of it's trees.