yes, right here, right now, this frosty moment–I am eating and embracing my breakfast, which is in a bowl. In the bottom of my bowl lies flakes of corn, dotted with sweet granola. Just before I sank my mouth onto the spoon filled with crunch goodness, I aimed and tipped over the gallon of milk. The clear gallon of milk was filled to the brim, and was so heavy that I almost lost my balance trying to pour it with one hand. I poured the frothy milk into the small bowl and watched the cereal flakes dip deep down in the bottom of the milk pool, then they popped back up, swirling as they floated in the frosty milk. I smiled. I grabbed a spoon, a spoon almost too large for my mouth but it was the only one clean of germs.
And I dipped the spoon into the milky pool, and had no regrets as I removed some of the sweet flakes floating in the milk with my spoon. And I ate it. It was the frosty bowl. Frosty with milk, and frosty with the cornflakes. And frosty with my attitude as I did not care that the poor cereal had to be eaten and digested. Sorry, but it’s your job. And I ate it–and it was good.
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