I’m standing here in my kitchen, listening to the sound of my paring knife slicing through a crisp apple. “Scheeeoomph! thud. Scheeeoomph! thud.” Laying out pale, juicy wedges, rimmed in a blush of red across the cutting board. The fruity scent…tangy, honey-like, and clean rises like a cool morning  breeze, refreshing my mind. The color…