We Are The Cavalry

From Michiana Chronicles:

To our west, behind the white spot-lighted spire of the wide brick school building, an even wider sunset had concluded. For the passerby on the sidewalk, most everything about our house must have looked dark. The big maple in the front yard, the flower bed, the pale blue of the house’s front wall had all faded to shades of green-gray and blue-black. To one side of the dark red door, a square of window light, and in a small room bright with yellow walls, three people sat at a table talking. What was the conversation? The passerby, the late walker on the sidewalk, would never know. Inside, at that table, we talked politics and climate change, but we were all the while circling around the question of hope.

Was it too late for hope? Were people too tired to hope? In times like these, was hope naive or essential...?  Continue or listen here....

-- Ken Smith