I found myself with my very best friend from childhood in an ice cream shop on the corner of a town I’d never been before.  She and I hadn’t seen one another in years, not since that time we bumped into each other on the train and had that second of not knowing if we should hug each other or kiss each other’s cheeks or maybe just let our eyes sweep beyond one another while pretending that we were both absolutely intent on focusing right then on the exact color of the sky – which was just a regular shade of blue.  But at the ice cream shop it only felt normal and that dormant closeness that would probably always exist somewhere inside of both of us fused together and we stood on line and contemplated our options.

The flavors were weird.  I saw signs for Root Beer sorbet and Creamsicle ice cream.  There were tubs of ices filled with something that was light green and labeled Ginger Ale.  My eyes immediately moved to the glossy picture on the wall that was a perfect looking sundae made out of ice cream the exact color of Cookie Monster and it was mixed with huge chunks of cookies and the bold font beneath the image told me I could order a Monster Cookie sundae loaded down with hot fudge.