I'd forgotten how much I love watermelon. Today at the store I felt the urge to buy a giant quarter of one. When I got it home I immediately hacked off I giant wedge and began eating it over the sink - spitting the seeds into a little bowl and letting the sweet syrup flow. It was so good.
It tasted like summer, like riding my bike through giant puddles after a summer storm had cooled the air, like catching fireflies and climbing trees.