There are times when uncertainty washes over you, nay, quite clearly tries to drown you. In a weird way though, the deluge brings with it a possibility of a do-over. An opportunity to, maybe, somehow erase those smudges and draw a cleaner line. Not necessarily a straight line, but a nice wavy one that traverses right along the most beautiful edges of today and makes sure that it doesn't come in contact with the forgettable. It never really ends today. It just gives you a neater canvas for tomorrow. I suppose the optimist in me will always see it thus. The mildly adventurous side of me also rubs her hands in cautious glee over the prospect. I agree that there are no guarantees. But I cannot fail to notice the clues in nature. The cycles. The seasons. I suppose my friend was right - I can never imagine ending a thought without hope. Well, Emily Dickinson's bird is alive and well in this corner!
On another note, I would like to thank the beautiful country and lovely people of Latvia for bumping up my page views over the past month. Look out Netherlands, your 6th spot is almost up for grabs!