The Orange that remembers

I ate a tangy orange today— its honeyed nectar pulled me back, to the orchard, where the air danced with citrus and sunlight. That tangy, sweet fragrance brought back a rush of memories: childhood days of spraying peels, stinging our eyes, saying, “It’ll make your eyes brighter,” each sting a playful dare. I see my mother now, drying the peels on the windowsill. What spell was she crafting, what secret magic lay hidden in those husks? The orchard is no longer just trees, but a portal to travel in time. Its fruit holds the echoes of my memories, each bite... a step closer to home.