A desire for a particular thing to happen, I think hope is active, it is not a whimsical desire but a manifesting desire. Hope is what makes me try again, even when I am tired, even when it seems like this thing that I would like to happen in impossible, still then hope takes a slow calming breath and tries again. Tries the same thing again, usually. With the same disheartening results. Occasionally things go better. Occasionally the particular thing happens. I wonder.
North Woods by Daniel Mason
A fascinating concept of tracing the stories...