A simple pleasure I took for granted several years ago... I forgot the way you wait with a smile as they get ready. After a few hours you're blessed with a small preview of the finished product. Unlike many previews, however, this holds its own unique joy, as you can watch them sloosh on their insides, back and forth, slish slosh. Little pockets of air, or maybe water, it's hard to tell from this towering and translucent perspective. Well, I mislead, as a close inspection doesn't clear up the mystery, it is still a silly slish slosh of some unknown state of matter.
Always, though, there are the final products juxtaposed sporadically among the previews. Sometimes you must crack them out, sometimes they nearly jump out eagerly, but there they are, as sure as the ocean is salty. And also like an ocean, it is catastrophic if this becomes untrue, for as the ocean is vital and unimaginably expensive to repair, so too is the machine that manufactures these little pleasures, for if you are at the point in life you feel such unstoppered joy at them, then you are likely devoid of the comforts of luxury. In that unfortunate case, you must either sacrifice nearly everything to fix the machine, or rely on the mercy of angels. So too would be the catastrophe of a suddenly saltless ocean, for who could easily fix it but the angels? Though I've seen angels do similar things, so it is not impossible, but to those that receive this charity, it warms the soul hot enough to melt the glacial stoicism we hold within our mind, and that we release under our eyes. It is enough to tear a hole in the heavens! And perhaps it is these tears that bring the salt to the ocean, to fix our machine, to give us our ice cubes that slish and slosh when they are unfinished.