There is this library back home that fills me with wonder every time I go there, it's actually an ancient antique looking house that was entrusted to a trust fund to function as a library. And what a library it is, its got that old rugged charm and it warms the cockles of your heart. Every room you enter has got rows of well stacked books and the sunlight just spills over them, and as you go from room to room touching those worn out books and smelling the sunshine... you feel this is it, this is how it should be... this is how paradise probably is. Well, everybody has got their own notion of heaven and this is how I think it will be... anyway, here are a few pictures of Owen Trust Library.
So I've been listening to George Strait lately and he's in one word awesome, he deserves to be called the King of Country, his songs are still rooted deep in the soul of country music. He is like a beacon to the true spirit of country songs. When many country artists are now considered contemporary because of their crossover to a more pop kinda edgy music listening to George Strait is a relief, he still makes you feel like you are out there in the open fields under a blue sky watching the horses stroll by. And when he sings bout love, you really tend to fall in love and that's what this post is actually about.
Should I be worried that when he sings bout love, all I can seem to picture is the Owen Trust Library, I mean what does that say bout me. I mean I do love Antonio and my family and all that, but since I visited the library recently... I keep wanting to go back. Am I becoming too obsessed... ah, who cares, I love that place!