A Thing Called Hope

Things change. Things stay the same. Hope comes and goes as the night folds into day. I try my best to hang on to hope, to let her rule me. Sometimes that’s easy, sometimes it’s not. On this day [Saturday, 26 May 2012], hanging on to hope feels easy.
With the warm May sun beaming into my eyes, I set off that morning for a hike. Standing at the bottom of Mont Orford, I looked up at my destination and wondered if I was really ready to make my way up to the summit, situated at an altitude of 850...