having ice cream with you in the evening, in bed, is better than a cold corona on a hot summer day in rome, better than the night in a tavern in athens, better than the morning I drove through the fog in mississippi even when the sun shone through the mist, better than appraoching the shining lights in vegas at 7 am having driven all night in utah, better than the cold, wet dew of arkansas

having ice cream with you in the evening, in bed, is better than the first snow, though it may fall carefully and apologetically, better than the apple pie I bought on the road to Chicago, better than the crackle from the radio fading in & out on the way from an all-night jazz station, maybe because no one was there but great mystery, maybe because I had no one to tell it to, maybe because I've fallen for you.