I miss the time before guilt. When an ice cream cone was just an ice cream cone; bliss stuffed into a sugar husk and consumed with reckless abandon.
The time before we deemed sugar a poison and soft drink orders were changed to water, low ice, maybe a little lemon.
I miss it.
Perhaps because I have a sweet tooth. But perhaps also because the world itself felt lighter when I could coat the dark things in a candy shell and swallow them whole.
But sweetness is not only tasted. It’s seen in the elderly man holding his wife’s red leather purse while she heaves herself from the restaurant chair to the scuffed aluminum walker. It’s heard in the whispering of children on the beach as they build sandcastles and negotiate the unanticipated consequences of their newfound king and queendom. It’s felt in the soft nuzzle of a cat as you prepare dinner; the way she wraps her tail around your lower leg.
There are other ways to find a fix.
But perhaps most important is the knowledge that the dark things don’t always need a fix. Sometimes they just need to be dark awhile before they can alight. Sometimes a new perspective will show you they were only shaded. The hardest things are those that stay dark as burnt earth. The scorched holes in our personal timelines. It’s easy to get lost in that gloom.
And for those things, I still say a little ice cream never hurt anyone.
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This amigurumi ice cream cone was made freehand with a US D/3.25mm crochet hook and small amounts of Sugar ‘n Cream cotton yarn.