Number. I’m not sure how many it would take, how many I’d have to eat for it to feel like enough — strawberries, peaches, tomatoes, cucumbers. I stuff myself with as much sweetness as I can while they are here. Harvest season is so bittersweet, with such bounty, but only for a limited time. It’s another reminder that nothing lasts, that everything is always changing, but also that if the earth is still here, if we are still here, things will cycle back around again. The sun will rise tomorrow, the summer will come again next year.