I'd love it if you took the time to read! Some thoughts on hope and dreams, and them being dashed. It gets cut off in the main page so click to read the full thing.
The travelers rose up over the hills, the soft, warm rain pattering quietly onto their huge backpacks. The perfect rolling mountains slowly disappeared behind them, to be replaced with swirling, white clouds of rain.
“Hey – I think we're nearly there!” whispered one of the travelers to another. It felt like a place where one was meant to whisper.
After a few hours of walking down the hill, the sun came crashing in, illuminating