But ever Hope toward skyline stretches
(known in heart by burned, scarred wretches)
So they sit on Expectation’s throne.
Not a one considers leaving:
They give o’r their cloaks of grieving,
‘Til Fate doth smile! then walk no more alone.
This week, I've been touring. For Labor Day weekend, I was in Oklahoma City, but now I'm near Estes Park in Colorado. The brass band is playing for a Scots Irish Festival in the little town. I'll have a larger update after I return to an actual computer.
More regular updates should resume in the next week.