Thursday, June 16, 2011
no hand hugs
i took so many pictures last autumn on our west coast road trip. i saw sunsets so gorgeous i couldn't drive, and had to pull over and just sit. i saw mountains screaming to be climbed, with hidden trails that wove through forests and ended at sweeping bridges. i saw bats in a cave as i shrouded down, clasped robert's hand and ran through, just to see a hidden waterfall fade into blackness as evening turned to night.
i was looking through my pictures this morning, and i noticed this picture from pike's place market in seattle. and for the first time, i saw the "no hand hugs" signs. at first i was perplexed, and thanks to google, i now know that hand hugging a fruit is another word for fondling it.
and this totally made my day. that, and pluots, a little plum/apricot cross-breed.