The Morning Citrus Push

I marched straight from the living room into the kitchen and scrambled up a barstool to conquer the wide countertop! Right beside a white ceramic bowl sat a giant, bright orange, glowing like its own little morning sun. I planted my boots against the smooth quartz and gave the fruit a hearty shove with both shoulders. It wobbled, rolled a couple of inches, and came to a stop right against a wooden honey dipper! A sharp, sweet puff of citrus oil filled the air like an instant festival opening. I dusted my hands off, absolutely delighted—this counter is packed with brand-new territory to explore!