There is light at the end of the tunnel. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning. There is the hope of a vaccine against the dread coronavirus. People are standing up in unity more and more for social justice. Every day does bring its new challenge. A tweet, a shot in the night, new statistics that alarm.
We will survive.
This picture of a tunnel under of castle somewhere in Italy reminds me of that. It may be dark and dank without much hope, but if I persevere, I will emerge into the light of day. And carry on.
What kind of day will we be entering? What will we find when we emerge for this long, harrowing journey? Everything seems to have changed...and not for the better. And yet I hold on to a hope that we as people will emerge as better people. I keep my hands folded that people will see the light.
I can dream, can't I?
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