Thursday, May 12, 2005

The old man and the ice-cream. 

The other day, I saw an old man, probably seventy or seventy-five, eat an ice-cream.

I was sitting somewhere, drinking a coffee, and I watched this old man walk to the ice-cream stall in the mall. He looked at the flavours, bought the ice-cream, walked across to a seat, sat in the sun, all on his own, and ate the ice-cream, enjoying it just like a five-year-old would.

Who knows what a seventy-five year old has seen in his life?

Born in 1930 - that's a Depression and a world war at least.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

I wonder if the ice cream tasted the same as in the old days. I suppose we'll find out one day!
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