Eat A Peach

I am eating a peach this morning, for breakfast, juice running down my wrist, and I think about how there will not be as many peaches this summer — due to the warmer winter weather we just had — which requires one to take an extra moment to savor the essence of summer currently in hand — and my memories take me to the Allman Brothers Band Eat A Peach album — which makes me smile at the thought of Sweet Melissa — and reminds me of the glorious summers of my youth, in Georgia, when music carried on the sultry breeze of evening as concert goers gathered together — and then I remember that Gregg Allman has just passed — which makes the peach a little less sweet.