Berries

 On the path at Karang beach this morning, walking back to my bike, I came upon three men using a long pole to drag berries from the high limbs of a tree. They stopped me on my way and asked if I would like to try the berries, some of which they had already collected in a plastic bag. They were purplish berries, about the size of small grapes, had a bit of a meaty quality in texture, and tasted sweet and sour at the same time. They told me the name, but I did not really get the pronunciation. Have another, they said, and I did. When I left, the three or them each wanted to shake my hand. How wonderful. Having earlier in the day skimmed through all the American hatred on Facebook, how sweet was this simple kindness and shared humanity.