Form

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. 
― Rumi

In our rare resting moments, we contemplate the diminutive existential crisis that blossomed quietly after the passing of Ottoman-shaped Dog.  We think of those who tell tales of having received a sign from a lost loved one -- those who find consolation in the butterfly or the cloud formation or the somehow unmistakable indication of love and comfort from beyond the veil. We do not yet believe.  We may, in fact, disbelieve.  Yet still, somewhere in the kernel of our hearts, we have a molecule of hope.