“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops — at all….
Bird: “What do you mean the groundhog saw his shadow? Nope, spring is coming; just look at this lovely sand under my little bird feet, the inviting water…..You see my shadow? What shadow?”
Denial and imagination have their uses. Slainte, Lisa