The Hope That Kills

I finally got my visa today and i am so happy. 

now there is hope that we will meet again.

Heh.  From the Cape of the Good Stuff, to the Atletico disappointment on the Main Road, to the randomness of the post-United rambling... what an end to the cruel month of April it was.  Such fun to have random things of consequence left to "look forward to".  Never have come up with a better way to phrase that sentiment - to be excited about, to dream of, etc.  But no matter. 

Here, as well, lies a certain sense of inevitability, in the exchange of emails.  How things will seem to all come together on that future day, and stop for a time, make the chasing down of the moment essential.  The timing of the initial encounter so funny and surreal, in that it will forever colour the entire voyage in such a different light of remembrance.

Now there is hope.  Indeed.  What a beautiful sentence.  How amazing if that turns out to be the excuse that draws you to Venice.