This is the Keller Fountain Park. You can dunk your feet or fully submerge yourself or soak up some sun on the concrete. I wish I had a small one in my back yard, minus the teenage hoodlums and crying children. I raced to it the other day, fearful that summer was in town for its final few hours. Thankfully, it's still here, mostly.

I'm still sitting here with thoughts of Liam, or mostly, thoughts of his family and the people who work at the Writing Seminars. But they are thoughts, not words right now.