The first weekend of August happened to be the first and second day of the month.
It was filled with heartbreak, aspirations, decisions, and hope.
Tomorrow is Monday.
The beginning of a new week in which the heartbreak will proceed with a decision that was
guided by aspirations which will procure hope.
Hope.
Hope that things will be better in foreign territory.
Hope that a change of scenery will cause an uplift in thoughts and emotions.
Hope that what does stay the same could be looked at differently.
There's that wedding saying, and believe you me there aren't an matrimony bells ringing yet,
but there is a bond breaking, changing, molding, forming.
Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, and Something blue.
Something old - current scenery,
Something new - a destination,
Something borrowed - a dash of hope,
Something blue - a new view of the sky as a paralleled figure.
Maybe this first week of August will be filled with hope--something needed now more than
ever leading into the eighth month of 2020.
- Sunday musings
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