I thought I'd been weathering this storm quietly, but my friends have been the support beams through it all.

Silently stepping in to hold me up on the days I've lost the heart to do it myself.

The summer heat bores forever on, the iced cream man is hard at work.

As a kid I couldn't contain my excitement enough to savor the treat, id haphazardly  discard the wrapper and let it melt all over my hands while I ate it.


These days I eat mine in the shade, and try to catch every runny drop as it melts away.