Hope looks like a person who thinks I’m worth talking to and whom I have no problem giving my time to.
Hope looks like stray cats having something to eat every day.
Hope looks like sleeping safely, soundlessly, deeply.
Hope sounds like a late-night party (I’m not a party person but I like to hear other people have a good time with their friends).
Hope sounds like a usually angry person speaking softly with a gentle face.
Temper runs a little hot in my family. It’s hard to guess that I might come from a long line of terrifying…
Or…the thing that is said before they hurtle you through the edge of atmosphere (ish) and use science to make you land relatively safely in another place.