The Death of Possibility

One of the best things ever is that rising feeling of hope.  When in your chest there is a promising, yeasty loaf of possibility.  Yesterday, outdoors smelled like impending Spring.  Which, of course, catalyzed the yeast in my soul.  But it also made me aware of the opposite - one of the worst things ever is when possibility dies.  I've been mourning the death of one possibility for a couple months now.  And although I feel like things are right, and that I'm moving in the right direction, I still miss that hopeful maybe.