BBQ

Tonight, I halved a lime, and my kitchen became summer:

There are 15 pounds of carne asada to be grilled, cut, and laid flat onto corn tortillas. Out in the cooler there are tall, 500 ml bottles of imported coca-cola. On the lawn lay chairs and pairs of shoes. Very good friends are laughing. They take pictures, throw bean bags. It is warm, but cool close to where the shade slides down off of the branches and onto the lawn. The air is alive.


All it took was one half lime.