Today was a much healthier day. So I ventured out for coffee. I also wrote more.
I long for ice cream right now. Something plain, cold to the touch and almost too cold to taste. It’s more than that, really-- I long for the atmosphere of ice cream. Flip-flop days and sitting in the middle of sidewalks watching ants mill about in search of the last drop of flavour I spilled. Lazy days of waking up late and stretching in the last rays of morning sunshine, padding into the kitchen with soft-blurry tired eyes. And then the nights, I miss most of all. Calls at nine, ten, eleven: “Let’s go.” Running out to the car, wad of sweaty crumpled bills in hand, driving to unknown places and corners of my own city I didn’t know existed. The rush of peering through the nighttime car window to watch the lights fly past. I miss the loud music pumping through the cramped space and singing along quietly, mumbling words I only half know. On and off conversations. I long for ice cream.
Sara
nostalgic.
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