A man standing in an the apple orchard plucked apples from a tree and dropped them into a basket. He wore an unbuttoned flowered shirt which waved as winds traveled through the trees.
A woman walked towards him.
“You know, you don’t have to do that. There are people purposely made to do that.”
The woman said to the man when she was close enough.
“I know, I just like doing it. It calms me.”
The man said as he tossed an apple into a basket on the floor. It hit the edge of the basket and rolled over to the feet of the woman. She knelt in her kimono and picked up the apple.
“What is stressing you out? You do stuff like this when something is on your mind.”
The woman said and placed the apple into the basket. She lifted her hand and the man walked to her. He grabbed her hand and helped
