"Is it still an apple?"

"I cant work!" she frowns
"You do work." he says simply.passing her a large red apple and a knife.
She cuts it open, letting the juice make a little puddle on the wooden board.
"Is it still an apple?" He asks as they look at it all open and exposed.
"Of course..." she knows his game and quickly cuts the seeds out and stuffs half of the apple greedily into her mouth.
"Now its not!" she splutters, her mouth overfull with the fruit.
With sparkling eyes he reaches for the other half and does the same.
They both grin as the sweetness coats their tongues.
"Now theres no apple. "she says.
"There is still an apple, it is simply inside of us now." he replies quietly.
she studies his face, noting the years and slight sadness to his grey eyes.
"Go on," she urges.
"Life needs to be tasted. Preferably savored. we will never remember every apple we ever eat."
"You mean let go?" she asks tentatively.
He nods.
"Let go of how you think things should be and listen to your energy. You have been working hard . It may not have been the work you imagined thats all"