By Atia Anwari
The sweet honeysuckle thrill of taste.
The smear of its immaculately robust filled fruit with rich color on top of cream butter and freshly baked bread. The treat you wake up to after a long and cold winter night.
My seasonal joy!
A peace of my existence that creates the short-held emotion of joy.
My antidote to heartbreak over a couple in a film.
The list is ongoing but so are my taste buds that linger with the flavor of the sweet joy.