I have been thinking about the flood-ravaged communities of Texas and my heart aches. I don't want to to write a memorial piece just yet; I'd rather many more would be found.

Tonight, he would start working the map of old friends …

The little things matter …

Todd felt like the floor was dropping away …

The earth was patient, concerned with growing things …

"It doesn't matter what you pick …”

"Another evening of stunning personal growth …”

But he could feel her eyes burning into him …

So many walking between the rows …

"Anything they want but, of course, the obvious …”

"We're going to trust ... that? That thing? …”

Shoulders back and down; breathe …

“Woah,” the soul sighed …

Both angels pursed their lips in a flat line …

Francis tolerated all of their best intentions …

"So pretty," Debbie cooed …

It was all so quiet …

… she was steps away from donuts …

"It's a wonder more of us don't snap …”