On my way home today I stopped to get my first ice cream of this warm weather season (at 80 degrees can you still call it spring?). The line at the Ice Cream Man was long and slow, I wasn’t the only one in Greenwich inspired to pick up a sweet and delicious treat. The twenty or so of us were on a time schedule. The temperature is supposed to drop by thirty degrees by tomorrow and rain will sweep in with it. I sat on my front steps, my face tilted toward the sun and enjoyed, simply, purely, enjoyed the moment.