Notes - on a significant memory /

         You have remembered today is your first muse’s birthday – you silently wish her well in life. – Amorella

         1020 hours. Kym sat on the other side of my desk in an office I shared with Ms. B., whom I read died quite recently, and in an adolescent innocence Kym says, “What is love, Mr. Orndorff?” and I am unreasonably stirred inside out.

         You cannot think in words, boy, on that particular moment – your spirit, your heartansoulanmind – collapsed on the question and when your spirit rose a few seconds later all you could do was smile. – Amorella

         1033 hours. All this in a short moment – the fourth end-of-class bell rings and we move on. The question never comes up again. No student before or since ever asked me such a stark question. I eventually move from the question, “What is love, Mr. Orndorff?” to my own equally stark question, “What is existence, orndorff?”

         This is a fair assessment. Post. - Amorella