I eat well on the weekends when I go home. Instead of eating a boiled egg while running out the door, I sit down at a table and eat meals with my parents. Someone sets the table; hot food is piping hot and cold food is numbingly cold. Appropriate condiments are placed on the table.
We always pray before we eat.
Even though I had already had ice cream for dessert, I still went to The Dairy Maid for a small soft-serve ice cone on Saturday night. This week’s flavor was orange pineapple and the owner asked me if I liked it. I said I did; it was perfect for the end of a hot summer day.
The air changed and it started to rain. I got in my Jeep and as I was merging onto Route 196, I looked over the high school and saw a rainbow.
Like orange pineapple soft serve ice cream, it was refreshing.
Rainbow in a purple sky, lovely.
I trust you pulled over before taking the photo.
Aww…LP, you were worried about me. No worries, I snapped it right before I merged onto the road.