Early in the Spring, some years ago, I decided to hike up a mountain; this time alone. Eventually, I reached an elevation where the snow still remained from the previous winter. The further I walked the fewer people I passed until eventually there was no one but me. The realization set in that anything could happen and I felt a fear I could not have anticipated. I pressed forward anyway. Eventually, there was a freedom unlike anything I could have imagined.
At some point I stopped and gazed down from the mountain to see the grid of the city in the far distance below. I then noticed this leaf still clinging to a branch by a thread despite the winter. Perhaps we all have our threads to hang on to.
Photo by Alan S. Garrett