The world is grey and stormy.

Fog covers the mountain, like it's gone, like it never was.

I must remember the mountain is there.

It is always there.

It will always be there.

Eventually this storm will pass. The fog will lift. I will see the mountain again.

There may even be a rainbow.

I can't control when the storm will end but I can protect myself when I must go out in it.

And I can keep looking towards that horizon.

The mountain will return.

#Depression #Hope