| glimmer |

And so it goes. Another day. Another white-washed morning. My phone was placid, silent. I thought of him and wished him well and knew that it was the best I could do. I remember someone else's wisdom―have faith, not hope. Faith endures, and hope―well, hope is a big bright orange balloon, a porcelain potrait that grins with a mouthful of grotesque, blithe teeth.