Untitled - July 23, 2002 As the weather cools, and appetites diminish, a melange of colours pass this way, sharply cut globes of varying hue, honeyed yellow - crisp in taste but yielding to a firm touch, or pale orange - carrying exotic tinges of sweetness. Everything becomes drenched into the slickest of sauces; where honey does not compare; every bite of stickiness followed by a slight nibble; all the juices become mixed into an ambrosia not to be found.