She sighed, suddenly aware of the smallness of her own existence beneath turning skies. She yearned for her father to appear beside her, as he had done when she was young, dispelling her fears with words and laughter. But she stood alone; since his passing her fears were hers alone to banish.
Then, in the soft wind - as if carried gently from beyond unknown horizons - she heard her father's words as he stood beside her:
All leaders are alone. It is their curse. But never forget alone does not mean friendless. And that is a blessing which outweighs any curse.