I had gone out for oranges, that was it, just oranges, not drama, not another emotional ambush, not another queen pulling me aside like I was some walking confession box, just fruit, something simple and mindless that did not require me to think or talk or be perceived, and honestly at this point in my life that felt like luxury.
So when I stepped into the orchard expecting peace, expecting quiet, expecting at least a moment where the world was not orbiting around my very pregnant existence, I should have known better, because the moment I walked in I stopped, completely, my brain taking a second too long to process what I was seeing as my eyes adjusted to the scene laid out in front of me, a scene i could describe ss nothing short of euphoric.
