and in the back of every car and the pocket of every coat there is a flask

full of light and the light tastes good like hope and the light tastes bitter

because with hope comes expectation and with expectation comes the

realisation that not everything is going to work out perfectly every time

some things may not work out at all but for those times when the light

is bitter we can quench our need for sweet tasting hope by looking around

at the world and at the trees and at the beetles and our family and friends

and turn off the screens and the news and bask in the thick, buttery waves

of excellence that beam down from our one true god, the sun, every day and

now is the time when we take our light and we drink deep of its perfect storm.