When one hunter goes down, another steps up.
As I was buried in three duvets, couching my lungs out, my need of vitamin C was high.
That was when My Precious Brother sent me this beautiful picture:
And he bought. 10 of them.
“Hallelujah!”, I coughed.
And the bliss. The total bliss.
The taste of sunshine and everything that is good.
We dance and we sing.
We wear dorky happy smiles.
We play with our food.
We’re pomelo mad.
And when my voice is back to normal, I will sing the Pomelo song!