For some reason Eldorado now seemed analogous to something – something better, a change for the good, a little place of hope. Maybe nothing would be different. Maybe Eldorado would be just one more kind of disappointment, but it was a purpose and it was a goal and it was a destination. It was a reason to keep moving.
She knew at times like this she was an anchor for him, a reminder that there was light and life in between the darkness and drying.
Imbuing life with some element of magic gave him hope. Hope that there was a reason for all things. Hope that the future was even now learning from the mistakes of the past.
Truth is that when all is said and done, the only thing we end up fearing is time.
