Dear Curiosity Journal,
How do I phrase the flawless felicity of a fat summer peach?
Which falls more friendly on the tongue, than any flowing song,
Flirting with memory, flooding with love, causing you to long,
For the feeling of something your grandmother baked, 20 summers gone.
Flavor and flashback fluctuate through faculties,
Finding friendship, filling the field of awareness,
The fascinating phenomenon of flora and fancy
~Joy