I lost my way when I tried to explain the word hope. But she told me about a word in her language for a particular kind of hope: the feeling a hunter has when he’s waited all day at a breathing hole for a seal and one comes up but he misses with his harpoon, and even though the sun is going down and he’s hungry and cold, he knows he’ll try again tomorrow, and tomorrow he’ll be successful. He has no doubt. I love that word.
