Eating a plum in the park

"Is there anything as joyous as eating a plum in the park?" I asked, as the juice dribbled down my chin. The woman didn't respond but I could tell from the look on her face as she ran away from me that she didn't agree, or that she wasn't in the mood to consider the joys of eating a plum in the park, or that she was of the opinion that eating a plum in the park is a joy to be embraced alone on a bench and not talked about, just a silent man and his plum.

I ate my other plum alone on a bench in the park, just a man and his simple joy on a sunny autumn afternoon. The juice dribbled down my chin and I wondered silently if there is anything as joyous as eating a plum in the park.