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  • A hectic time. Every day grab some breakfast on the way, so that I don't have to eat in a rush, but intermingle bits of croissant and sips of tea with the choreography of manual work. Or, even better, data typing. Or office work!

    But Sunday, come on. I'd rather come back home late tonight. And right now when summer starts to blend into autumn, the peaches slowly giving way to the pears. A time when special mixes can be tried. Today a deliciously lucky one, raspberries, red currants, red grapes, plums and figs. Especially the late raspberries that were so deeply red, almost purple, and appealed to me in an almost unsettling manner. Each spoonful is a moment of earthy happiness. Too much to be able to talk, or read. Only gazing at the blue sky mottled with lazy clouds. Breathing the cool morning air and filling my lungs with life, a sweet-scented life. Aren't these the most delicious raspberries ever? And the plums? Isn't this the most amazing fruit bowl ever?

    My gaze finds spots where it has sat before, on hot, cool, sunny, rainy mornings, when similar if not exactly the same questions have already been asked. And I feel a bit proud. Or maybe just simply lucky. Of being able to feel this awe.

    In such moments I bow to the great philosophy of Japanese language. And a word appears almost like a prayer, containing all that sense of rather vaguely attributed but very sharply felt gratitude: Itadakimasu.

    I humbly receive.

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