The sky was darkening with the sun disappearing behind the mountain scape, the air was starting to cool down from the summer heat. The voices of children died off, it was just me and couple of friends that sat on the little plastic chairs that hung high in the air. We all gazed upon the color changing skies as if it were a magical spectacular show dancing before us, it really was a beauty. Words wouldn't be able to capture the true essences of the scene that day, if I could describe it in one word I wouldn't be able to. There was a saddening overall feeling to that moment as we watched the last bit of the sun tip its way past the mountain and vanish, just like that.
All was quiet.
Then in the midst of the park that we sat in a soft twinkling melody drifted its way up the second level park on pathfinder through the wind passage. At first, it was dim and not really noticeable, but soon it was loud enough for us to recognize it as an ice cream truck's jingling music. One that we hear often when we were younger, we hadn't seen one since we were in grade school. We all glanced at each other with perplexity, even at this time of year it was a bit early for ice cream, even though socal was known for their early hot weathers. Plus, out of all the times that it should be here, this was the first encounter in years. So of course, we all rushed down the plastic ropes and ran forward with our money out.
The cool taste of vanilla and chocolate drifted its way down my throat with a satisfying taste, it made my lips tingle with a soft sensation that undeniably marked a smile on my face. We had all climbed back onto the the little seats in the air licking our newly bought popsicles in hand, continuing our lingering gaze in the never-ending sky.
