Writing Exercise 13: Got OJ?

Writing Exercise 13: Can you describe something sensually?

When I was younger, I loved eating oranges on a hot summer day.  I found them to be plentiful and available all year round where I lived.  I relished the lingering sweet smell in the air that started as soon as I dug my nail into the peel and it lasted about an hour after eating the final juicy bite.  Sometimes I would rub the peel between my fingers, and then smell the scent of the oils on my fingers all day long!

And that is the beauty of an orange.  An orange can be consumed in so many ways!  Today, an orange still reminds me of the bright midday sun, but instead of pouring light like star in the sky, an orange can pour refreshing tangy juice and pulp after pulp into a glass after being squeezed in a juicer.  It appears to me that the juicer gets the raw end of the deal.  It does all the work and never gets to enjoy the luscious flow of the golden river of flavor.   

There is nothing better on a hot summer morning, than having breakfast with a large glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.  I love the way its coolness runs through my body.  It sometimes feels like I am coated in a chill force field and every heat-wave bounces off of the orange bubble.  Usually, I make sure to eat my breakfast first and save the large glass of cool sunshine as my dessert for a job well done!