I’ve been a little short on hope lately. At times, it seems to disappear altogether. I know it’s still there. Just obscured. Hidden behind barriers of discouragement and frustration. Facts and reality. And because it isn’t something I can’t conjure up. I can’t produce it. Sometimes, I have to wait for it to reappear. Unfortunately, waiting… not my strong suit. Especially when Hope is such a driving force behind this new journey of mine. Going forward without it can be difficult at best. Well, this morning, it was there. Right there. Smiling at me when I woke up. I didn’t ask it any questions, like where the hell have you been?, I just smiled back. Then I reached for the book beside my bed. On life in Seattle.