I am not popping corks and throwing confetti, but I did see a crane yesterday.
New construction. A tall building taking shape, its skeletal form shadowed against a bright eastern Colorado sky.
The wife and I were headed to the nursery. I had spent all day reshaping the ring of rocks surrounding our big rosebush in the front yard.
There's more...
Driving east, the Rockies to our backs, downtown Denver ahead. Saw the shape. That thing that looks as if it couldn't possibly stand up by itself, not unlike a bumblebee and the question as to how could it fly with such tiny wings in proportion (or lack thereof) to its body.
Take hope where you see it, I guess. We planted the little flowers (impatiens and sweet Williams) under the roses which are busting out all over, by the way. We planted just in time for the usual afternoon thunderstorm. It has been a rainy June...I didn't need to water...but today I must mow.
This is the part of the movie where we begin the process of opening our eyes..."Open your eyes. Not those balls in your skull, but your eyes--those you forgot you had. Open them now..." --We Who Dream, pg. 84.
For the world we see to make some semblance of sense to us, we must indeed take hope where we find it. Can't thrive in constant despair, the inertia of the disheartened. For hope is seen as a weak thing, a blind stab into darkness.
"The opening of eyes thought forever closed..." --We Who Dream, pg. 94.
I have tried despair. Didn't care for it. Hope is not everything, but it's better than despair. Lives next door to faith, across the street from doom & gloom.
"So distracted by shadows, [illusion] we give but a glance to the light [reality]." --WWD, pg. 96.
We will see (in our terms of time) what transpires in this probability...for there is so much more than we believe we understand. "Just a crane, for crying-out-loud!" Certainly. And I said before that I am not placing too much relevance there. Just that it looks good to me.
I'm going out to feed my lawn, now.