Combine

And just like that, summer arrives. Late and sudden, both. Blankets are lifted, pullovers packed up and fans woken from hibernation. Geysers get their due rest and beads of sweat accompany each sip of warm coffee. The silence of the afternoon has a buzzing sensation to it, like a pause before the sleeper begins to snore. The clock breathes apathetically and the white heat outside bleaches everything.

Similarly, the happy hand dipping into the bag will one day come up empty. How far will anticipation delay the inevitable? It isn't rational leaving some of those tiny brown cones with a curl on top, like souvenirs from a minature world behind. They would be useless, fading like memory, perhaps even a lie, but a comforting one.

"Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable. This, my friends, is the crux of our solitude."

~ Gabriel García Márquez