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.
November 23
Wrapping the blanket about me is a comfort but not as much as the heating, for it is...