Last night, I sat on the roof of my apartment building during an unusually cold and rainy evening in Iquitos. It's the weather that helps you remember how small you are.

My partner sat across from me under this enormous mango tree. Its fruit is about 2 weeks from ripeness, but right now it's still hard and green.

It didn't seem to matter, though.

Through the balcony railing, it felt like the tree was attempting to give a mango to my partner—its branches had entered through the railing with a fruit waiting close to his hand.

It's worth pausing to consider the amount of fruit that will soon be available.

We don't need to accept a small amount of mangos.