We had some golden sunshine this weekend. Damjan and I spent much of it indoors. Damjan is close to finishing his master work. I was preparing for a big presentation for a competition.

In the late afternoon, we rewarded ourselves with break, walking through the lushly green University Parks. We had just finished lunch and were now headed to a particular corner of the park. A few weeks earlier, we had staked out a mulberry tree. We saw the whitish-red fruit on it and that, give a few weeks, the fruit would ripen and darken.

Today, some of the fruit were ready. We were competing with wasps. Any berry with a wasp on it, we conceded. That left about twenty dark ripe berries for us.

By the time we were finished, the tree had served us satisfying sweet dessert. Our hands were covered in mulberry blood, bright and sticky. We didn’t mind, and squished the berry juice between our hands as we walked back to work.