I recently attended the Western Southern Tennis Open with my family. It was a damp, overcast evening with several rain delays.
Here are the five senses at the Open.
I See: the sky streaked with dark-gray rain clouds, a rainbow piercing a cloud, a brightly lit tennis court and stadium, fans wearing ponchos, women in wedges and rain boots, a booth selling plastic cups of Moët & Chandon champagne, ponds of mud in the grass parking lot
I Feel: raindrops sprinkling my face, damp metal bleacher seats puddled with water, beads of moisture on seat backs, damp tennis shoes
I Smell: the air scented with summer rain, fried food from food court, the grass parking lot reeking of barnyard odor
I Taste: cold mint ice cream in a waffle cone, spicy Skyline chili topped with cheddar cheese, salty oyster crackers, warm bottled water
I Hear: feet trudging through muddy muck, music blasting from a loud speaker, boisterous applause from audience, tennis balls whacked across the net, yawns as we pile into the car to head home late at night