This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
Shrill shrieks from the playground children pierce the still air.
A small girl sits on a bench, swinging her feet back and forth grazing the dirt.
Her small tongue traces the melting vanilla ice cream.
A small boy eyes the girl as his small tongue dabs at chocolate ice cream.
He walks over to her and asks, “Why do you like vanilla?”
She replies, “I dunno. Why do you like chocolate?”
He shrugs. “I dunno.”
A small breeze fills the short silence between them.
Two simple souls go on lightly licking. Neither bothers to go any further.
Why complicate the warm breeze filling the silence that stands between them?
De gustibus non est disputandurum.
One should not argue about tastes.
It’s not worth it.