Quarantine has been a rough time for all the world. It has been a painstakingly lonely one for many. A time of job loss, sometimes limited resources, isolation, etc.
So I thought I would lift our spirits a bit with a small drawing I made.
This is the hope bluebirds.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
