A gush of cool air lightly skimmed my face as we entered the pastry shop. It was a nice day outside, sunny with a nice occasional breeze, and I wanted something cold. On my right, there was an arrangement of gelato with a wide variety of flavors. None of the flavors caught my attention, so I went for the classic chocolate chip. I held the spoon gently in my right hand, my left held the cup of gelato. I picked up a spoonful of gelato as I slowly walked away from the never-ending line.

I felt the smooth gelato enter my mouth and it began to melt. I chewed the crunchy chocolate chips and dove in for another spoonful. I walked around the North End while slowly enjoying my cold treat. The gelato began to melt quicker than I expected it to. It was a sign that I would have to quickly finish before I ended up with a pool of white cream with chocolate chips swimming in it.