Food smells permeate the high school football game. “Ketchup on hotdogs, balderdash!” reports my wife Jessica.
The temperature outside is not freezing, but I am cold and under dressed. I stuff boiled peanuts into my mouth, hoping to warm up.
But, I do not warm up. (49:365)
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey towards it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us —Samuel Smiles