I bought a watermelon. The biggest, reddest I could find. I sat on the balcony with a spoon, opened it on my lap, and ate until juice dripped onto my legs. The taste of childhood, summer, freedom. This is the wrong diet. This is the right mood. Sometimes you just want to eat half a watermelon and not have to plan anything. That's what I did. It was a lovely evening.

Do you like watermelon? With salt or plain? 🍉😄