The year is drawing to an end. In fact, a whole decade draws to a close. According to the pundits I’ve been reading this week, it must not have been a very good one either.
In case you’ve been reading the same pundits, here is an antidote straight from Emily Dickinson:
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without
And never stops at all.”