Resuming your journey, you think of all the times you have effortlessly twisted crab apples off of branches, off those strange, out of the way trees, the kind no one wants but everyone benefits from. Its so easy, the way you would fill buckets of salmonberries and huckleberries as a kid. and yet, with all that ease, all that experience, you can’t get yourself to take a fig. You stare at the next one, almost willing one to fall into your hands so you don’t have to choose.