A Photo by Karen Hall
Finding Hope in Daily Routine
I have walked through this tunnel countless times.
In summer, it is a welcome refuge from the heat of the sun. I linger to appreciate the coolness on my skin.
In winter, it is desolate and cold. I walk quickly fearing the dark.
On a dreary, rainy day, I approached the tunnel feeling the apathy and uncertainty that has come with our current world. Lost in my own thoughts, my face covered in a mask, my only purpose was to avoid other people who might be too close for comfort.
Suddenly, this glorious light appeared at the other end.
It stopped me in my tracks.
Unexpected.
From the dark there is hope.
In winter, it is desolate and cold. I walk quickly fearing the dark.
On a dreary, rainy day, I approached the tunnel feeling the apathy and uncertainty that has come with our current world. Lost in my own thoughts, my face covered in a mask, my only purpose was to avoid other people who might be too close for comfort.
Suddenly, this glorious light appeared at the other end.
It stopped me in my tracks.
Unexpected.
From the dark there is hope.
