“I need an ice cream sundae like I need a hole in the head, but …”
Me neither, plus we had ice cream in our freezer if we wanted it.
But sometimes, you need more than what your kitchen can provide, and I’m not just talking about peanut butter topping, whipped cream and brownie bits to go with your cookie dough.
It felt … alive. People walked and talked on the sidewalk. Diners were at tables outside the restaurant and coffee shop that shares the plaza with our local ice cream place.
As we ate our ice cream across the street in the park, a few children ran and played as their parents chatted. We couldn’t hear them, but it wasn’t hard to imagine them sharing the neighborhood gossip.
The last few days have been cooler than the previous several — and there’s a heat wave on the way — so there was the faint hint of a chill in the air as the sun started to go down.
Things still are what they are — not all those tables are normally outside, and not every smile would have been visible — but for a change it didn’t feel like the prism everything gets shot through, the specter hanging over every proceeding.
It felt like eating ice cream in the park on a pleasant July evening.
And who doesn’t need something like that?