It seemed to me that I had Asiana placed way back to my rear burner--I saw a few clips of her on YouTube and one of them was a lyrical, kite-flying, piece that someone had dedicated to her and I suspect she is divorced and has returned to having men fall in love with her as she did when I met her; and, the YouTube clips turned my motors off for quite awhile. Then, yesterday I heard someone singing a song that I seldom hear but suddenly I remembered that Asiana had sang it at one of her concerts and my heart became warm and I began the deep glow inside with the stuff I feel when I think of her. I have said this earlier, but I will say it again, that if there is a next time, I will not do as I did when I met Asiana but that I will listen to my friends' advice and I will break and run away from myself.
There is a pomegranate tree in the garden behind the garage and this time of the year it is bursting with fruit that explodes with ripeness. I have passed some fruit out to Asian ladies I know, have a big bag full in the trunk of my car, and still they are bursting on the tree and the birds are feasting. It is my bond with nature and my strong need to be oriented with it that holds me together here in Muirsville and though not totally my love of a beautiful and unavailable women such as Asiana; but, you know, I've had it going both ways at the same time in the past and that has been when the wind blows hard here in Muirsville and when my life really rocks!
