There’s a house along my route for my after-dinner walks that had put up some lighted letters in their front window a few months ago. The message spelled out was “Hope,” and it was a nice message to see at the end of each day. It was a beacon in the night, until one night I realized that only “P” and “E” were illuminated (below left). Considering the distressing news that comes daily during this coronavirus pandemic, the burned-out bulbs felt like an omen.
Thankfully, the homeowner found some replacement light bulbs, and “hope” is restored.