Asphalt is the best.
The best is the smell of rain on hot asphalt
and the sound of no roof above
or when the ball sings on the ground
on a windy summer day nearby
The best is when there is something at stake.
With yelling and screaming like it was life or death,
and you disappear in the heat of battle
and are forced to bet everything.
When an unregulated push in the side
forces the knee to close contact with the asphalt
and leaves a memory that can be displayed,
is the best.
Long bright nights are the best,
when you are away in a foreign city
and play with the locals whose language you do not understand,
but with whom you share the love of asphalt.
That’s the best for me.