I had a most biblical moment today while exploring the garden of Architecture.
Under the summer sun, I was desperately searching for an elusive fig tree, whose meat I had wanted to taste for a long time. Out of nowhere my young nemesis, phantom-like, slithers in and asks me to help him with his plight to find his own lost fruit of academia, poor soul.
I do direct him to his needs, and chortle to myself on my way back from wandering off, realizing that I have no idea what the fig tree looks like.