like a catcher in the rye . . .

dropped ewa off at the aiport last night - she is now asleep in the grasp of the sweet kentucky air. while i would give anyting to be with her, i am happy to she is their, enjoying the same moments of repose i too would enjoy if i breathing that sweet bluegrass air.

tonight she had dinner with gene and the rest - she said she realized why i liked it so much, it is beautiful and they are like family, which they are. she'll get to see the new born deer, the fire flies gliding lazily through the air, and the flowers and trees abloom. i told someone once while lying out in the grass at night looking at the moon that jack kerouac suddenly made sense. it's the perfect combination of people, time, and space everytime i am there, now she gets to see it, and know, and understand, and love it like i do.