There is something so ethereal about eating fruit in the sun. Strawberries specifically, in my opinion, but it doesn’t really matter which fruit. I have the biggest—and I cannot emphasize this enough—soft spot for eating fruit in the sun. It recharges my soul. I feel whole, filled with love and warmth—not too far from the feeling of hugging someone you love after not having seen them for a while. Perhaps some of the joy I derive from eating fruit in the sun is because of our species’ relationship with eating outside.