Sometimes I think time stops- it is very rare, but when it happens the feeling is wonderful.
Full from a delicious rack of lamb dinner with grilled peach, rizzoto and steamed brocolli, Sam and I sat on the front stoop with our glasses of wine, waiting for the “tornado” to arrive. Although the tornado never showed up, we watched the rain fall and talked to a few neighboring stoopers. The air smelled of summer, and I convinced Sam to stroll down to Ben & Jerry’s on Lark for a after-dinner snack.
Half way down the road the rain startled to sprinkle again. Buzzed from our wine and good food, we kept walking. We arrived at Ben & Jerry’s 9:45 pm, just in time before they closed. Sam bought his traditional cookie dough ice cream cone, and I got a butter pecan ice cream cone. As we started our short path home, the rain started to pour harder and harder, so we took shelter on a porch in Center Square. Bored with the safety from the porch, we walked a little more in the rain and found more shelter under a tree. We quickly enjoyed our ice cream cones, and ran home in the rain, laughing all the way. [Well, maybe not Sam, since his flip flops kept flip flopping off.]
For those twenty minutes, I forgot about my bed time, and I forgot about my hair being drenched. I forgot that I had to get early for another day of work, and I forgot about the calories I was consuming from my butter pecan ice cream cone. At that moment life was about us, Sam and I….with Molly in tow, and time stopped. Nothing else in the world mattered, except what we were doing in that moment.
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