Can you believe these animals bypass the humble Glazed for Boston Cream? Can you believe what they’re charging for cronuts? Can you believe Grandma used to wade through this feeding frenzy? Can you believe it’s been a year and a half? Can you believe I actually miss being your bikini-shoot photographer, analyzing the best Instagram-picture-order as ice cream drips down our arms? Can you believe I eat ice cream and donuts again? Can you believe I would trade the entire pink sunrise stretching over the soft waves to see you stretching awake, elbows cracking, wincing through sunburn, that big yawn of yours turning to a grin?
