First day of Summer 2011. It was a mostly cloudy day but the temperature was okay. I promised myself an ice cream cone. There was no line up. Had everyone forgotten what day it was?
I took my chocolate and sprinkle dipped cone outside and sat alone in the middle of the patio, facing Portage Avenue. I gnawed at the chocolate shell. Rainbow flecks of sugar hit the grey cement tabletop. I was making a mess but leaving the world a brighter place. That's the magic of ice cream.
2 comments:
The magic of ice of cream. . .
It truly is magic, isn't it??
One of your best posts. . .
DL
Aw Delores, every post I write is your new favourite. You just want me to write more :)
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