December 26, 2019
There's a blue house at the end of the street. It has a lilac door. The colors blur together so they all look blue or lilac at a particular time of day, depends on how sunlight hits it. There's a nearby tree with yellow blooms that fall slowly, ever so slowly, that a dog decided to sleep under that tree. Perhaps it found the feel of falling flowers soothing. An ice cream truck comes every 5 p.m. Pistachio is the flavor this week. Last week it was vanilla. This neighborhood feels like a dream. He doesn't want to leave.