Rays of Hope

A new dawn approaches, a dawn that has been expected, perhaps even anticipated. With the new dawn comes expectations. Expectations that things will be the same, expectations for things to be different. Expectations that my hopes will be fulfilled. Many of these expectations stem from my subconscious, thoughts I should never let myself wish for, dreams I would never put into audible words. But deep inside, I'm pretty confident that I know what's coming. I mean once you've seen one sunrise you've basically seen them all, and like all early mornings this time of year there's a mist that hangs over everything, disguising it, at least for the first few hours of dawn. I know though that all I have to do is wait a little while until it's time for the sun to make an appearance. Not that it ever really left, it just drifted out of sight for a little while. But when it does reappear, and it will, it will reclaim everything, exposing that which was hidden by the mist, distorted by the only remainder of the night. So, as I wait to see how this new day will play out, I wait with expectations, and though they may not all be met, I have hope that some will be exceeded. I know that hope is often broken but it's also very resilient, and often seems to act on it's own accord. It is the sun that gives me hope and so I rest with the constant assurance of that sun.