I love ice cream. Just like my father. I spooned a little through his dry lips on his deathbed. Right before his final smile.
Now, I eat it everyday. Breyers, the purest form. Vanilla. And not just any vanilla, vanilla bean - the one with specks. Low fat, of course. Avoids the Chap Stick feeling of creamy types.
Working from home, it’s my midday pleasure. Read one more chapter, write one more page, and then dish it up. The cool sweet milk slips from the spoon to my tongue, just pleasing my mouth to no end.
Except there is an end.
There's always an end.
There's always an end.
The specks matter.
