Hope

Hope begins like a small seed, implanted deep inside. It slowly, sneakily, stealthily unravels and grows. 
The tiny glint in your eye, a word, an inflection, the raising of the corners of your mouth.
The warmth slowly spreads throughout you, through you, over and above you, enveloping you.
The twinkle shines brighter, the smile becomes a smirk, and joy rushes in where hope was hiding.
Euphoria courses through your soul like blood through your veins, feeling as if you are holding inside the most precious of secrets.
Hope for now, for then, for the future.
Hope that everything will be alright.
This chain reaction starts with the smallest realization, a glance, a word or a smile, a feeling. But can grow to massive gigantuan proportions. 
Sometimes it shatters, and the low is such a low,  dashed against metaphorical rocks.

But stil....we hope....