How are you? Are You OK? Is the water high where you are? Do not wade in the water and play. Stay off the streets in your car. I worry about you. Best to stay in your home if you can. I shiver when I think of you so far away as I see the strength of your river. It is debris and rain and mud scented by fear of disaster and the tears of years and the flash of flood everywhere coming faster. But how many times can you hang on, or get in a boat and travel, or seek pure water that is almost gone? Or sit on a bridge and unravel the awesome scene of city brave that someone like you would like to save?