“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
Obviously this is Emily Dickinson’s poem…it makes me so happy. Hope can seem such an ethereal thing, and when it is combined with the image of a bird, it’s almost even more beautiful.
Hear, hear Miss Dickinson! Thanks for all the wonders you’ve bestowed on us all.
Until next time or not, I’m still Cait.