Aidan CummingsI stared through the window, my nose pressed up against the cold, clear glass. My breath fogging up the crystal clear window, etching intricate patterns that would disappear as soon as I decided what cake I wanted. In front of me there is an oasis of pastries, everyone so pure, so perfect. My eyes glanced up and fell on a luscious lemon torte, my mouth watered as I thought of biting into the cool, sweet lemon pudding. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dense, rich, and beautiful German chocolate cake next to a simple vanilla bean and cinnamon dainty. I glanced to the right and saw a creamy tiramisu with glazed espresso beans on top. I sank to the ground in despair. There were just too many amazing cakes to pick from. I tried to pick but it was in vain, there was just too many options. I glanced across the street and saw a sign. I suddenly had made up my choice. I picked myself up and walked across the street. Lemon tiramisu ice cream never sounded so good.
And because I have just named today as 'Random Thursday", here is a random photo from Israel: