Rowan Tree and Red Thread

I was in Fitzgerald Park today with my daughter Rowan, pushing her on the swing like the good daddy automaton I am, when a group of young adults went by. They were all dressed pretty formally, mostly dark shades, muted greys and blacks. The fellows were in suits, the lasses in evening wear. This was notable as the day has been glorious, full of splintering spring sunshine and refreshing gusty winds.

These kids were definitely on the goth side of life, tousled black hair, angsty expressions and the like. Imagine my surprise when they all trooped over to the ice cream van parked by the playground and dutifully queue to buy enormous whipped ice cream in cones, joking and giggling in the queue as they waited.

I love happy goths.