The rain sprinkles down, and I peer through the dense jungle of branches.
My search continues until I come across a cluster of enlarged, deep blue spheres.
I dump a handful into the orange bucket strapped 'round my waist, take a single one out, and pop it in my mouth.
Warmed by the heat of the sun and cooled by the afternoon rain, the flavors that fill my mouth are
pure Enlightenment.
I feel at peace. I open my eyes and look to the left.
I peer over as he fully immerses himself in the bush, seeking the perfect bunch, completely unaware of my presence.

The bucket is full and we divide them into separate bags.
The ride home is quiet. We walk calmly through the rain and echo as we enter the empty house.
Our comfy clothes await us. I throw my hair up, and we lie on the floor.
We soon rise and head for the kitchen.
2 Cups flour.
1 Cup sugar.
3 eggs.
1 1/2 bananas.
7 single berries.
The pan slides into the oven, the door closes, and we sit.
The kitchen fills with the smell of bananas, the warmth of the oven, the taste of Augusten, and
the sound of laughter.
This is the sight of three months, two companions, and one
imperfect connection.

The timer beeps. The bread slides out, and we pierce
its center with a knife.