It struck me strongly,
That such a thing as an apple should exist.
All existence is an unfathomable astonishment made common place only by it’s commonness, but somehow this single apple broke through the curtain of ordinariness
Its texture and form,
Its taste, sweet and fresh like eatable light
The way the light glistened on the apple juice on its surface.
That such a thing should exist and grow and be so suited as to give live and joy to an eater.
It was just an ordinary apple.
That is, it was ordinary in the sense that it was not much different from a million other apples grown and eaten by a millions of other people throughout the entire history of this world.
However, it was not “ordinary” if you mean by that word “insignificant”.
Nothing is ordinary in that sense.
It was a miracle, just as the other million apples are.