The ice cream truck

I don't think that we have an ice cream truck in my country, but we used to have a number of different sounds that announced some sort of local sweets on Sundays.

Sundays have always had a special meaning for me. (I kind of like even more Mondays than Sundays, specially Sundays after lunch time). Sundays meant a number of things when I was a child, but also they were closely related to sweets or some sort of treat.

I was doing nothing today when I heard the ice cream truck with this sort of strange melody. I don't know if the kinds around identify that music on the way that other generations did. I was told once that it kind of meant a lot for earlier generations in the US.

A strange idea came across my mind: perhaps in this life happiness is like the ice cream truck or the local signals of sweet treats on a Sunday afternoon in my own country: it comes in specific seasons or just for a brief period of time every Sunday. Perhaps happiness needs to be followed by a Monday (by the lack of hapiness) so it can still mean something special.

Someone gave me once a lucky clover little pocket card that says: "Remember that happiness is a means of travel, not a destination". Maybe that is the reason for those child memories when an ice cream truck or the sounds announcing local sweet treats would made our day when we were just childrens, when we had very few things to worry about and when life was way easier and happiness was there, in every little thing and not over there, unreacheable.