An apple forms in my mind as I think of fall – rosy, shining and plump. The lumpy globe suggests many things to me as I turn it in my hands…a late afternoon under a lovely tree with a book, and an apple…an organized class, with apples on the teacher’s desk…a cheerful cluster of children, picking apples from trees. As I bite in through the thin red film, a concentrated taste and smell of early autumn envelope my senses. I suck at it and receive both food and drink from a single fruit. Closing my eyes is all it takes to completely immerse myself in an apple.