Frozen

It's already hot and sticky outside as I aimlessly wander through the early morning streets of Sayulita. My eyes glide back and forth from street to sidewalk: a pile of dirt against a turquoise wall, a bright purple blanket on a concrete bed. The poppy colors beckon me. I round a bend in the road and see the glistening handmade popsicles stacked in elegant rows, frozen, waiting to be devoured.