The amount of hope one person can have is incredible.
It can fill up a room.
Whether it be a small apartment in Manhattan or an entire farmhouse in Iowa.
Hope knows no bounds, stretches father than we think it can, and surprises us in darker moments.
Hope can make or break your day.
It brings you out of the mundane and into the possibility of the future.
Hope is yellow and it cocoons itself around your body.
It acts as a buffer between you and the inevitable.
Hope is patient.
It warms your spirit like a cup of tea.
Hope can be written and spoken and breathed.
And when you write and speak and breathe your hope, guard it for safe keeping.
And one day, when your hope is low,
You will accidentally trip on your bucket of breathing hope
And it will wash over you
And you will remember
And you will welcome it back.
- Lauren Fales
