Clouds in my coffee
I looked at the clouds at the distance. It was approaching magic hour, but the sun was blazing amber rays. I waited for the slow, ambling clouds to shift into position, and as soon as the glaring sphere disappeared behind a painting-perfect cloud, which, at that moment, was sporting a gorgeous, glowing halo, I nudged him and said, “Look. A sign. A silver-lining.”
He turned to me with a candidly sincere and assuring smile. It startled me, but Hope started to coat my aching heart like a balm.
I could tell from his eyes that he truly believed. So I should too.