Something

I don't know what it is, but the sight of an ice cream cone on the ground looks sad. I don't even like ice cream.

I was walking home from work and saw a Dairy Queen ice cream cone on the ground with it's cold, cremy treat melting away in a trail of white. I may not like the stuff, but it didn't seem like a fitting end for the sweetness.

Okay, that was pretty much an American Beauty post. Nevermind me.