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Henry and Karen at Masker Orchards, NY

This past weekend Simone invited me to go apple picking with her and a bunch of friends. She had rented a car and told me there was extra space. They would be leaving at 11 in the morning on Sunday.

Saturday night I was up late. Sunday I woke at 9.30 to use the restroom. Afterwards, I lay in bed on the edge of sleep. I decided it would be nice to get out of the city. I called Simone. She was surprised; she didn't think I was going to make it.

Sophia had bought food for a picnic, and when we arrived we drove up into the fields (which I thought was odd) and spread out a blanket. A group of Trinidadians set up nearby and soon soca music rang through the trees.

We ate our bread and cheese and sliced meats. We picked apples from the trees around us and sliced them and ate them. The day had started overcast, but soon the sun burned through the clouds. The afternoon was hot and there was little shade from the dwarfed trees.

After a few hours we were ready to leave. At the base of the hill we wandered through the country store. We bought cider and watched the crowds around us and then piled back into the car. Traffic inched its way towards the highway. We stopped at an ice cream store perched on a hill overlooking the valley. Ice cream in hand, our bags laden with apples, we watched the sun set, the traffic behind us, forgotten.