A Peach

If you didn’t believe in God, my friend Kathryn said, it would take only a peach to change your mind.

Then she crouched under a low limb, stretched her arm up along the trunk, and gave a gentle tug so that a round, fuzzy, theological argument fell into her hand.

We were… pretending to work really hard picking our own peaches, an illusiondestroyed by the peach juice running down our chins and elbows.

The fact is, a peach is indeed a potential proof of divinity. A peach looks beautiful; whoever colored peaches also designed sunsets. It smells enticing, it sanctifies your mouth like heaven. It feels good [with its] peach fuzz….

The only sense it doesn’t satisfy is sound, but maybe I wasn’t listening hard enough.