this scene resonates with me times a million. imagine what she must’ve been feeling. imagine never having seen the neon lights of an “open” sign, a sweet young love holding hands as they make their way down the sidewalk, or a child smiling at his sprinkled ice cream cone as he comes out of the shop. imagine never having tasted the crisp morning air of a downtown, or never having felt a gentle breeze running its fingers through your hair as you listen to the soft bustles of life and the chimes of bells on doors. everything that isn’t a cold and bare room painted in the blandest white is new and enticing. mike looks onward, and he’s used to this—eleven’s eyes can hardly keep up with everything there is for her to look at.
Imagine Barba, Carisi and kids going to an ice cream parlor. Tons of flavors to choose from, homemade waffle cones. The place smells like sugar, there's jars of candy on the wall. Also I'm curious what their favorite flavors are (mine is actually Cardamom ice cream).