I slip the ruby raspberry into my mouth and my tongue is shocked with the memory of Alaska in the summer. Cool damp days and lush forests. The ocean salt and earthy mud. Outside Suzi & Rich's house we kids clamber up the steep, slippery hill, grasping carefully at raspberries and gooseberries while trying to avoid the thorns.
Was it that trip that Brian leaned down so unexpectedly to kiss me goodnight? May raspberries always bring me the sudden joy of newly-discovered love.
Posted by rachel at June 30, 2005 07:57 PM