As he got closer he saw her wrapping her ragged knit gloves around the object that had captured her attention and sent her into such a protective mode. What in the world could have captured her attention? Someone’s wallet? No, there was a sparkle. Cradled in her hands the sunlight glinted off of it. Perhaps someone’s lost jewelry?
He was slowed down as he approached. A couple more steps and he was able to see her precious keepsake. The object was a long icicle. Dozens of others hung above from the awning that stretched halfway over the sidewalk. An icicle. A frickin’ icicle.
He smiled to himself as he passed by and glanced at her. Her eyes flitted up to meet his and he wanted to tell her that he’d see her later. That it would be his pleasure to watch the surprise in those same eyes as he
