Written on July 10, 2014
A soft breeze blows through your hair as you take lesurely licks of your dipped ice cream bar, exposed vanilla dripping onto the sidewalk between your long, oustretched legs. You sit on the warm sidewalk outside the Costco food court, the sun shining relentlessly on your freckled cheeks. Is this the true meaning of summer, you wonder. As you finish off your ice cream bar you contemplate the fact that, although you are now $1.64 poorer, you have nothing to show for it except perhaps a sticky face and a piece of garbage. You suppose you should go now; the sun should begin setting soon, and even without the responsibility of school, you do have a curfew. The heat is choking as you throw the wrapper away, don your helmet, and mount your bike, but it's already beginning to cool off to its natural, Pacific Northwest temperature by the time you ride off, with the sun setting and the din of Costco disappearing quickly behind you.