Its summertime and the loquats are high. They are bright orange fleshy fruits bursting forth in the midsummer air. On a rainy day somewhere between Hiroo and Ebisu station. The broad firm leaves reached out to cross the small stream contained in concrete. There they came to fruition against the background of a meandering waterway.
Should I have plucked a few and bite into the orange flesh, working my way around the olive size pits? I didn’t but the beauty of the orange against the gray rainy day stopped me on my quest.