“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all”
– Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
Emily Dickinson, for days when all you want to do is hide under your bed covers and drink tea. Hope is a song bird, strong and unfailing in the wild storms.
Stay hopeful, stay cheery.
Thank you for reading!