June 3, 2010
the taste of cinnamon
after my tongue and teeth would be fiery red and my mouth would still burn with the memories of the spicy cinnamon. even now when i find a cinnamon disc in a bowl of hard candy, i think about those days when i had nothing better to do but play records and study the lyrics that seemed written just for me.
yesterday i downloaded too many songs that reminded me of that time in my life. a co-worker laughed as the sounds of parliment, the o'jays and the commodores came from my office yesterday...blended with a bit of carol king, van morrison and perhaps a song or two by rod stewart (i'll never tell.) my musical taste is always blurred up a bit with my parents as i listened to their music too.
music and memories...always a good combination.
scribbled by Char