The walnut was caramel coated.
(That was a surprise.)
And it was good caramel.
It crunched when I chewed and contrasted with
the soft nutty texture
And it was sweet and it was bitter and
it tasted like coffee and sugar and nut
and I
internally squealed.
Joy.
I know we can celebrate the little things in life
but sometimes – like this moment –
the little things aren’t little at all.
I loved that caramel coated walnut.
And I don’t want another.
Because it was perfect.
I never liked caramel, once I found out it was concentrated sugar.
(The few times science and discovery and documentaries took
the fun out of life.)
When I ate Snickers it felt like sin.
(And not the good kind.)
But this little gift caused
an eruption of pure
sinful sensational
pleasure.
(The good kind.)
And for a few ecstatic moments.
Everything was amazing.
