Rainbow Snow Cone

The line at the ice cream truck feels endless. The sound of laughter, wind, and the smell of sunscreen mixing with the overall smell of the beach. The sounds of the boardwalk surrounds you, Seahawks are squawking while looking for bread crumbs, waves are crashing, and some people are shouting for their friends over everyone else’s noise. The air smells like everything good, funnel cakes, soft pretzels, corn dogs, etc.

Finally, after some time, it’s your turn. You hand over the money your parents gave you to the vendor in exchange for a Rainbow Snow Cone. They hand you a cup and it’s cold, cold enough to make your fingers tingle. Inside, it’s a perfect swirl of colors, raspberry, blueberry, green apple, and grape. The first bite is a shock of sweetness and ice, soft and fluffy against your tongue, each flavor taking turns before melting into one another.

The syrup starts to stain your lips, your tongue turns purple, and the sun catches every drop that runs down the side of the cup. Everywhere you look, kids are playing, teenagers are shouting over the music come from their loud speakers, and the older couples are walking with each other hand in hand. Rainbow Snow Cone makes the world taste like sugar and sunshine, and for a moment, nothing else matters but that melting rainbow in your cup.