Cold wind washes over me, lashing against my face as though physically assaulting me with a barbed whip. The sound of the river roaring below creating a backdrop akin to thoughts and emotions flooding my consciousness. Looking upon the weatherbeaten brick ahead seems almost calming, reminding me of the inner strength necessary to see us through all of the turmoil and obstacles we encounter through our lives.

I do not know the source of hope, only that it remains even in the darkest of times and against seemingly insurmountable fears.