She sat by the edge of the river, in a calm gracious quiet. The wind moved the mist through the mountains quickly and her thoughts ensued. What was she really doing here? What had she set out in search for? She couldn't remember. It had grown so much a part of here that she could no longer tell what she was looking to find and what she had already found. The journey to here homeland always left her content. She'd always been comfortable, almost too comforable.

Kim Anh was trying to connect the pieces, but she would only know them when they came. She would only know them when they resonated with something inside her. Having lived all of here life in the United States, she never knew herelf in Vietnam. She never knew what music she would find in the undending traffic of Saigon's busy streets. She never knew what would be reflected in the glassy water of the Mekong River, or how the thick, moist air flowing in these high mountains she now found hereself in would change her.