The Taste of Things

Years ago, I recall something almost magically refreshing about sucking down a 6-1/2 ounce bottle of Coca-Cola.

Today, slurping from a 12 ounce can, (with the questionably dirty can-top) just isn't the same. In my own whimsical mind, drinking Coke from the small green ribbed glass seemed to embody more than just satisfying thrist.

No sharp metallic edges or pop-tops - just smooth rounded glass.

Is it nostalgia to obsequiously endear myself to such supple motion and frugal form?

I think how it was just enough to leave me wanting a little more, but not 5-1/2 ounces more. I like that and somehow I think that is the way it should be. At times, maybe a little self-denial isn't so bad. It seems to make the taste of things - that much better. I could walk away from that bottle - feeling just a little less gluttonous.