Doughnut Peaches

These are doughnut peaches. As if I didn't like doughnuts enough already, they went and named a peach after them. And the result is delicious. The peaches are firm, almost like an apple, yet surprisingly smooth in texture. The inherent sweetness of the fruit is strong but expected when its name is considered. 

These specific doughnut peaches were found in Seattle at Pike Place Market when I went to visit my best friend. We had been walking around all day when these little gems called our names and naturally we had to have them. We were tired and hungry from a day in the city and their fresh, juicy sweetness provided quite the refreshing contrast to the hard brick streets below our feet. Their varying colors and bright, natural appeal were visibly opposite to the city that surrounded them. In a place where things were metered out, where space was limited and used to it's fullest extent, these short, squatty, round little orbs were perfectly imperfect and even a little misshapen (see upper left peach). The asymmetrical balance between these peaches and their environment was stark, though not displeasing. 

The beauty of this picture partly lies in the day it was taken. It was an unforgettable day. But the harmony of it is what brings it all together. Two left hands press together to hold what one alone could not, while the skin tones blend together as if belonging to one individual. The unity and camaraderie depicted is a glimpse at something much deeper, a friendship and love that has withstood distance and time apart. It is an appreciation of the little things, the time that can be spent together and the beautiful truth that even when life is harsh there is refreshment with those we love.