toffee apple

by walterdoege

I was walking along a playground near my house…in a winter day, but with a summer sight… a sunny day…and such a good surprise!…among other activities…an old man was cooking toffee apples…I asked him for one…that toffee apple was very well done…the sense of the boiling sugar and butter toghether…so good!…lead me to other times…the old times of my childhood…when I could play joyful at the streets…most of all…lead me to hollydays summer days along the beach…by night, the trip to the big playground always was a joyful experience…perhaps because of the sweetness of the apple…and all love I feel…even nowadays…the sense of sweet is soothing…the love is the ever love inside me…I remember also to ask for my mother and father a book…I remember to read a fairy tale about an apple of love…the taste of happy days…the taste of ever love…memory…memoirs…reveries