ice cream.
we stop at coldstone’s on the way back from the mall. i can’t decide on what i want. the final decision is ‘all lovin’ no oven’, which makes me feel awkward when i order it. lauren gets cheesecake and hot fudge ice cream. we sit outside, because there is no way i’m driving home with a giant cup of melty ice cream in my lap. on the other side of the highway, someone’s lake sits wrinkly and blue between the trees, and the air smells like summer— hot asphalt, gasoline, crisp lake breeze. i feel the need to talk but can’t, because i’m suddenly very, very tired and my mouth is full of ice cream, anyway. the girl at the table next to us says something to her boyfriend, and he laughs. i briefly wish i were with camp friends, and then i don’t.
on the way home, all of the stop lights are green.
