The first photograph I took this year. To me it is a symbol of hope. Hope that this year will be kinder to us all. That we will be able to enjoy a little bit more freedom to do what we love, to meet with our friends, to hug our loved ones without the fear that we can hurt them. Hope that there is light in the darkness and that the light will eventually prevail.

Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

Emily Dickinson