“Maybe not. But I try to. Because the reaping’s going to happen no matter what I believe. Sure as the sun will rise tomorrow.” Lenore Dove frowns. “Well, there’s no proof that will happen. You can’t count on things happening tomorrow just because they happened in the past. It’s faulty logic.” “Is it?” I say. “Because it’s kind of how people plan out their lives.” “And that’s part of our trouble. Thinking things are inevitable. Not believing change is possible.” “I guess. But I can’t really imagine the sun not rising tomorrow.”
Foreshadowing??
Symbolism of the sun rising = hope, a new day, renewal, life, etc…??
