As the warm light painted Hope's skin, the trees looked like dancing ladies, each wearing a dress as graceful as the best tailor could create. The wind choreographed their movements, synchronizing each one perfectly. They were the life and soul of this summer day. When they reached upwards to the light, taking in rays as pure as the rain, Hope would have loved to stretch her arms too, spreading her fingers toward the sun, slowly dancing. But now wasn't the moment for that.
That day, Hope felt one with nature, and nature hates the void, just as human nature hates the information vacuum. If we don't know something, we go looking for answers, even if sometimes we realize we didn't want to find out. It is impossible to suppress human curiosity.
