As the sacred apple comes into its juicy fullness, it falls.
You too know all about this sweetness, this gathering and condensing, this letting down and letting go.
You harvest what needs harvesting, choosing the most nourishing delights.
You know that the rest, even in the height of their beauty, must go back to the earth.
Whatever has reached its natural end must die.
And as you shed and lighten your load, you make way for what is next, even if it's unknown.