Deeply immersed in a work document, I blindly reached for my peach at the corner of my desk. Raising it to my lips, I’m overwhelmed by its fragrance and pause before my first bite.

This causes my mind to reset itself, awaken from the depths of the workday and notice my surroundings for the first time in awhile.

The syncopated keyboard taps punctuate the hum of the air conditioning while quiet phone conversations drift in and out from around the large room. The bright sunlight seeps through the partially closed blinds but dissolves into the harsh florescent office lights before it can reach me. My eyes feel tired and I stretch my body to ease the tension of my shoulders and spine.

Then I raise the peach to my face and again drink in the sweet, floral, milky, intoxicating aroma and feel its fuzzy, slightly prickly body against my nose and lips. It radiates a deep coolness between my palms and its mass feels surprisingly dense. I have with me, a handful of summer, here on the 3rd floor of Bldg A, cubicle 3612.