And then, I found it. It was perfect.
I left work at the butt-crack of dawn a couple weeks ago and found a cantaloupe sitting forlornly on the bench at the front of my apartment complex.
I am the melon. The melon is me. Teeheehee. Yeah, not very sharp stuff popping into my head, but it was 6 in the morning. I snapped a few shots and then drove off to work.