Ice-Cream Man!

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.....


Hear the bell ringing!!! It is the ice-cream man! Every Friday at about this time ( 4pm), the ice-cream truck comes round to the street in front of our apartment. The man rings the bell to tell everyone that he is here with his truckload of delicious ice-cream. The ice cream truck has the logo of "Hjem-Is" on it. I am not sure what is means but I think it means "home ice-cream" literally. A big man with white hair steps out of the truck and waits for anyone who is interested to come and buy the ice-cream. You can see all sorts of ice-cream flavours painted all over the truck. The truck has a base colour of blue, sky blue. And you can see ice cream in cones, in sticks, in cups and in tubs. And there are just so many different flavours.

It is a different picture as compared to the ice-cream uncles in Singapore. The types of ice-cream that is sold is also different. But I like the idea. I like this part of life where nostalgia kicks in. I remember the ice-cream man when I was young. I remember not being able to buy ice cream because I did not have the money. Now. I just simply love the sight of an ice cream truck stopping in front of my apartment and the big burly white-haired man stepping out of the truck proudly selling his ice cream. Although I have not tried the ice cream, I can taste the sweetness in me because I simple love the sight of it. The peace it brings, the simplicity it exudes, the pure sweetness of bringing a sweet dessert to people's house, the smiles it brings to the children and adults. I am just overwhelmed by this sight.