TRIVIA:
- This song
has not yet been officially released.
WORDS FROM KRISTIN:
"I had a friend who
used to say that hope was our enemy. "Hope is greed!" he'd rant, "a sticky situation, coming and going."
Real smart guy, so I'd sit in his kitchen, listening and waiting to get it. "What
about spring?" I asked him one morning in June, admiring a giant sunflower that peered back at me through the kitchen window.
It bothered me that spring was slipping away, each day muggier than the last. "Feels so hopeful, everything growing,
and it keeps happening, comes back every year...makes you hopeful."
Narrowing his eyes at me, he lifted a finger. "About what?"
"About everything."
"That's just happy." He shook
his head dismissively. "Hope is when you think you can tell the future by bossing it around."
I smiled. "Bossing the future around?"
Lifting
his coffee cup, he spoke over it. "By wanting one particular element of the big picture to go your way."
I thought about this. "Sounds great."
"You're so dopey," he sighed.
"I mean it
sounds like prayer."
"My point is, you can't do that. You-will-be-disappointed."
I leaned back in my chair and looked out the window at the sunflower again. "Could
hope be a seed?" I asked him.
"That's exactly what it is."
"Oh."
"You know how many
seeds take?" He grumbled. "You wanna gamble away your energy on something that may never take root?"
His sunflower squeaked across the window, bending in the breeze, and blocked the
sun for a moment. When it straightened, a fuzzy beam of light shot through the glass. I shrugged. "Sorta.""
