I haven’t managed a Sensual Sunday in a while. The last several months have been crazy. Here is a warm-up. Wonder if I have more than one in me.
Sitting on the boards of that ancient wooden porch. “I think this thing is held together by memory in some places.”
We shared an ice cream, soft and dripping in midday swelter. I chose vanilla, but we got an extra scoop of Chai because you thought that might be more exciting. They blended perfectly together, actually.
“Lick from the bottom up. There, at the vanilla – then up to the chai.”
“That really is a good combination.”
“Is it summer yet?”
“Sure feels like it.”