Threads

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.

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Photo by Alan S. Garrett