The Ghosts of Ice Cream Trucks

Now that spring has sprung I've been spending some time sitting by the open window, looking out at my green lawn. I kept hearing this tinkling, musical sound off in the distance, like an audible apparition of a bygone era where ice cream trucks would come through your neighborhood and you'd beg your father for a dollar so you could run out to the street and get a cool, refreshing ice cream on a warm day. This thought swept me away several days in a row.

Then I realized it's the wind chime hanging on my dumb ass neighbor's porch!