Ripeness Is All

So I was fretting about sickness among my loved ones and all yesterday and I'm in the grocery store, and what do they have but beautiful ripe strawberries. Just the thing, I thought, to counter existential dread. Ingmar Bergman made a film about this very idea, more or less. I'm not entirely kidding. They're ephemeral, yes, but very sweet. Worked for me, that's all I can say.