As summer yawns its last, I can't help but think about how fleeting time is. The heat and the persistent Basque are like a woodworm that only makes us wish the cold would arrive soon, and when it does, we lament the speed of the days and long for June, with its long days and sweet warmth caressing our skin. Then we recount the friends we've visited, the parties, vacations, and pleasures we've enjoyed. Memories that will ruin the bad times to make room for themselves. Fortunately, we have resources the rest of the year to evoke these moments, and ice cream is one of them.