It used to feel odd to have big gushes of love flowing from me directed to no one in particular. I feel it for the lizard flirting with me on the window, for the tomatoes growing on the vine and for the feel of the mail in my hands as I take it from the box. Every movement a dance and caress. Ah, and now the jasmine is trying to get my attention, tempting me with her fragrance.  She plays hard to get all day yet, at nightfall, she opens wide and spills her scent for me.