pockets of hope.

[there are moments that we will remember always. we know this as they are happening. there is a subtle light around them. a feeling of a circle being closed. they have a sound that is distinct but indescribable, as they feed something old and weary, something hungry in the soul. there is an urge to laugh, though the joy is heavy with sorrow. they are moments, often, with a long history of longing behind them, of shared suffering and losses. moments that have, as well, memories of happiness, of triumph over evil, of solidarity with irrepressible warriors and a temporary distance from defeat.]

-alice walker.