…getting home after a walk in freezing cold weather for about an hour and half with only killer breeze for company, running to the freezer first thing as soon as you manage to open the doors with those almost non-functioning fingers, and letting that spoon of chocolate ice cream that you’ve been craving for all day long melt in your mouth.
It doesn’t matter that I was shivering and that I couldn’t feel my hands or feet or whatever. The second I tasted the ice cream, nothing else seemed to bother me. And I was lost in a world that I can’t describe in words.
My love affair with ice cream continues…stronger than ever.