High hopes means ascension. A diagonal ray, originating from within, rising beyond the horizon. A trail, slicing the brown terrain, and the blank skies. And from, here it seems, like on this other side of the trail, the trees are a little bit greener, smiles a tad bit broader and hearts a little bit cleaner. The story doesn’t end here. This side of the trail is actually a trail in itself. The parallels run along, yet blend into an inversal of outwardly radiance and an inward appeal. It leads onto the woods of happiness and glee. Hidden behind the veil of anonymity and uncharted paths. This trail is a narrative of beauty and grace. While going back to deciding which side of the trail, I was walking onto, I’ve already conferred myself lost, into the edge less space of ignorant bliss.