What are you looking at?
It’s Sunday night. Most of the western world, the part that treats Monday as the beginning of the work week is spending the evening looking at going back to work tomorrow.
A friend is looking at burying her mother on Tuesday. Another friend is looking at his heart, praying that the beat settles down, since 50 is young for a pacemaker in a guy teaching high school in South America. Other friends are looking at moving to Europe in fewer days than they have fingers and toes to track.
So with all that, I think I’ll look at hope.
You can, too.
That’s Hope in the picture.
And there’s more hope where she gets hers. I’m positive.