I taste the hot dry air as the wind blows through the ravine.
I taste the smoky, spicy richness of meat cooked over an open flame.
I taste the sticky sweetness of a large Coke with ice.
Though my eyes cannot see the game,
my taste buds tell me that I'm at Dodger Stadium,
and I smile.
Dec 30, 2009
Dec 30, 2009 at 1:20 PM UTC
I taste the hot dry air as the wind blows through the ravine.
I taste the smoky, spicy richness of meat cooked over an open flame.
I taste the sticky sweetness of a large Coke with ice.
Though my eyes cannot see the game,
my taste buds tell me that I'm at Dodger Stadium,
and I smile.
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