it's a summer night and you're getting ice cream from the truck. the last rays of sun give way to the stars. hot air ripples from the truck's compressors as you lick the coldest soft serve ice cream from your fingers. Moths flutter around the streetlight.
Love the soft evening light here and the swarm of moths around the street light. Our ice cream man never came by this late, but this is how summer nights in Ohio felt.
Love the soft evening light here and the swarm of moths around the street light. Our ice cream man n
