i remember drinking fresh orange juice on the beach in marco island
from one of those orange shaped cups with the green lid and straw
something made me think of this memory the other day; i could smell that orange juice mixed with suntan oil, fresh air, and salt
i missed my parents in that moment as i closed my eyes and thought about the three of us, me sitting between them, on the beach of my early childhood vacations
at some point, i took a break from orange juice and all things orange flavored; not sure why, but it became a twenty year break
all my friends and family knew that orange was my least favorite
but after living here, on the west coast, for a few months, i began to crave oranges
and now i drink them, eat them, and breathe them in
perfection nestled in memories
day three of color week
