As I was walking up a steep hill on University Street today I got warm enough to take off my coat, and when I did, I knocked the apple I had tucked in the top of my bag to the ground. I bent to pick it up, but it had already started rolling away. I lunged for it, but it fell into the gutter and kept heading down the hill.

It gained momentum, and I stood there torn between chasing after it (because technically it was litter now, and I didn’t want to be a bad citizen), and breaking into a chorus of "Born Free".

Since I couldn’t decide, I just stared at what used to be my apple as it bounced away.

Vaya con Dios, little apple.