Osler's Razor

It's that time of year that I positively crave ice cream. I just adore the taste of it on a hot day, and the feeling of cupping the tip of my tongue around it to soak up the texture and feel of it. There is a curve to it, and the shape softens under my tongue and lips until it runs down my chin. It responds to me as I respond to it.

I have two favorites. In a regular ice cream, I prefer mint chocolate chip, in large part because of the contrast in textures and tastes. At Dairy Queen, though, I'll order a soft-serve with a cherry coating. I love biting through the hard cherry to the vanilla below.

Let's haiku about ice cream today. Here is mine:

Nine-thirty, Tuesday.
A hot summer night, Waco.
Languid ice cream dusk.

Now it is your turn: Just make it five lines for the first, seven for the second, and five for the third (more or less).