Pretty Mikan

This morning for breakfast Tod sat a mikan on my desk. I love fresh mandarin oranges and they are always a treat, even when they are in season and I eat them every day.
But this morning’s mikan was different. Unlike the usual orbs of smooth orange perfection, this one was a bit flawed. The skin near the stem end had a Shar Pei wrinkle running partway down the side of the fruit. There were still some pieces of green attached at the stem end. Those tiny little differences made me smile.
And after I had eaten the sweet fruit, I looked down to see that I had peeled it in one go and formed a lopsided star. So pretty.