Swirls of soft serve in multiple layers of a local twist oft used, the fragrance of coconut sugar emits amidst the chilly chattering of teeth: a gentle yet notable impression even more marked by a light and crisp waffle. Mochi on the sides sitting innocent, not so pretty but definitely chewy, and sticks of Pocky lookalikes screamed with each delicious crunch.

I’m feeling poetic waxing lyrical about ice cream. It’s the Friday mood.