This afternoon I went to the Public Gardens for ice cream and capuccinos. The ice cream was for my niece and the cappuccinos for my sister and me. We lucked out because not only did the sun manage to come out (coerced by my photos perhaps?) but there happened to be a band playing swing and rock-and-roll classics in the much-underused bandstand.
The music was fun and the coffee delicious, but the best part about the excursion was watching two women - whom I imagined to be old, dear friends - get up and dance. They had white hair, ice cream cones, and what looked like a lot of fun. They laughed, twirled, spun, swayed, and made me smile as I wished that half a century down the road I could be so lucky.