The thermometer on our back porch reads one hundred and five degrees. My night gown is hot and sticky. The air conditioner is humming, yet I don't feel it's coolness in the stuffy confines of my bedroom. My denim curtains are drawn closed to block out the blazing rays of evening sunshine. I am supposed to be asleep.
I can not sleep, because of my sweaty bangs clinging to my face. I daydream of winter and snow and frost on my window. I sing a little bit of Jingle Bells hoping that will help my imagination transport me to a cooler climate I pray for a breeze or a nice summer rain. And then I hear it...
The sweet calliope chimes of my Hero, my savior from the heat. Faintly at first but growing stronger and stronger. I quickly sneak to my window and peer out, looking for a glimpse of the glorious white truck covered with stickers of summer time treats. He is coming; I hear his music fill the air, beckoning children like a pied piper.
My mom calls out for me to partake of this sweet evening treat. I leap to my feet and chase the van down the street yelling loudly and begging for him to stop. With a smile he hands me a tall, sticky, cold watermelon Popsicle. I fork over my $1.50.
As I sit in the grass licking the tasty treat in my nightgown, I begin to cool off and relax. I begin to enjoy the heat of summer. I take a large bite and feel the freeze move through my body, from the tip of my tongue to the top of my head. It is BRAINFREEZE and it hurts I love it. I thank my knight in the white van, my musical Hero from the hellish heat.
Thank you Mr. Ice Cream Man, Thank You
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