She is facing right, to the future and appears to be touching the cheek of a fiery shape, wiping away illusions, perhaps false beliefs, but maybe clearing the way for hope to appear. This is the Sun card after all.
I'm reminded by this card, when hope is all you have, it to is akin to a sunspot, a dark shape moving across the face of the sun, contracting and expanding. My little sister, in addition to the heart problem that required her to be life-flighted to a trauma center, also has cancer in the lungs, spine, and brain. And still just a kid. I don't even know what to hope for. So I'll hold up my cup to the sun and start with hoping for the best.
"The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone." ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.