An unexpected trip to a small town north of the big city merited a treat. Once I took my car in for the months-awaited inspection appointment, I felt a sense of accomplishment that was royally celebrated with, yes, crunch.
What is in that stuff, anyway? All I know that after I take my inner artist out on a bit of a risk-taking, nerve-wracking adventure, she loves to have a snack, and nothing speaks to her sense of decadent splendor more than the brightly colored sprinkles of delight on a soft-serve cone. It’s not food. It can’t be. But she doesn’t care. It’s just plain fun. Add a wooden swing in the park on a new Spring day and she’s in heaven.
What’s “heaven” for your inner artist? Consider treating that little one in you to a bit of an adventure… and an ample treat.
