Shawl of Hope...

He wove a single thread of happiness between a thousand threads of sadness to create the shawl of hope, which would keep him safe from the winter winds. But the wind blew hard, and hard it blew between the loose threads and sent a chill down his spine. He still mustered the courage to clutch the shawl closer to his aching chest, hold his head low yet carrying on through the cold winter night; as he knew that with the end of the night will come a radiant tomorrow which would let him bask, his weakened limbs, in its warm sunshine. He knew that he was destined to walk alone, but he was glad of being able to walk atleast. What is a man who gave up and gathered moss under the stump of a fallen tree, nothing more that the rock that lies there. And so he endured with hope in his eyes and a cheerful song in his heart. The only company he knew of in times like these.