Fruit Stall At The Union Square

Back when I was living in Manhattan, there was a fruit stall on my daily route home from work. Embarrassingly, I never bought anything from it because it was a bit out of the way from my place. One day, when it wasn't there, a sudden unease washed over me.
The little stall, amidst the daily hustle and bustle, has long become the pathway home for countless souls, a comforting beacon illuminating the way. In my heart, it's a warm and steady light, a symbol of returning home.
I find solace in the simplicity and tranquility amid the hustle and bustle of city life. Expressing these moments brings me a sense of peace like no other