Somewhere Over the Sun

What a wonderful thing to give someone. Not just hope, but the word itself. 

I think I’ve done too many third person pieces as of late, and it’s about time I switch over the perspective to myself, especially when “hope” has just been handed down to me.

If I could do anything with your gift, this is what I’d do: pass it from hand to hand. Nestle it in the space between my cheek and shoulder. Burrow it into my ribs, like a happy nose on the beach. That’s what hope does. It burrows.

I think if hope could ever get turned into a product, pillows would be the way to go.