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The mangos of Southeast Asia are sweetest in early spring.
Of course, one can eat them anytime; an unripe, green, sour slice of mango, coated with sugar and chili, is a confusing delight for the tongue.
Curiosity nudges me to wander and wonder. My age—mid-sixties—makes it feel urgent. The maps on my bedroom walls remind me of all there is to see, do, think and write about.
Someday I will be still, unable to wander, possibly unable to wonder.
For now, while I can, there are mangos to experience.