Fall fell like an early peach. Just ripe, orange-y and nude and flesh colored, like the underbelly of a salmon. Warm and humming with a heart-like pit at the center of its covered fruit. Size like the palm of a hand. Soft on the teeth and fuzzy on the tongue and round, like a vowel, in the mouth. Round and sweet. Sweet with an ancient sweetness so that even earth, upon tasting it, intook breath, closed her sad summer eyes.