“Hope” is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-
The beginning of summer. The end of the school term.
Freedom! Possibility! Hope!
It’s time to do the happy dance, take a deep breathe, contemplate the myriad possibilities of a summer day without having to do any of them. Hope- wrapped up with paper and bows.
This summer I hope, for sunshine filled writing time, to hear as well as listen to the birds sing, to feel the breeze as waves lap the shore. I hope to contemplate the clouds and breathe in the day. I hope to read a lot of good books. So good that I’ll share their sentences because I just can’t help myself-they’re that good. I hope to create and be and see. I hope these things for myself as well as you too.
What you hope for? Small hopes, grand hopes- all hopes welcomed here.
Please share . . .