Hope?

Cape of Good Hope.

Some clouds - thought: hope is believing in what we cannot see.  We hoped for the clouds to slide away, and for brief moments they did.

It's a very remarkable feeling, being in the clouds.  Feeling the mist.  Seeing/feeling them move around me and the mountain - and yet there we were, me and the mountain, standing still and firm as the clouds slid by.  Even as the clouds came and went, we remained firm in our stance.

This is what we do in life.  Have good, clear days and bad, foggy ones.  Some days you can see for miles and others you can barely see the next step in front of you.  Today I saw about 10 feet.

But maybe that's why they call it the Cape of Good Hope.  Because we hope for the things we cannot see. Sometimes the clouds fog our forward vision.  Sometimes we just have to hope the path will become visible when nature decides to reveal.