Fish swimming through lichen

Upstream in some many ways.  Ah, but those scant lines of blue hold me, hopeful.  As does the dream of forsythia -- yellow stars from childhood..

 

Something magically hopeful about irises

especially bearded irises.  Oh, those pollen tongues.

 

Bottlebrush

 Uber-vibrant.  Down-right hopeful.  May your nerve endings quiver with joy.

Sun

is a window flung open to things bright & beautiful.

 Hopeful, too.

Something hopeful is rising up

angle the mirror

no, a little more to the left

more to the left

yes, just there

the skies are turning

blue