There’s nothing quite like a bright, sunny day following a stretch of bleak midwinter. Sometimes those gray skies last so long that we forget how the sun feels on our face.

In a broader sense, we need occasional reminders that night is a season, and that joy comes in the morning. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the idea that things will never change (whether they’re good or bad)... until, of course, they do change.

The trick is in navigating that constant change. Not avoiding it, but navigating it. Leaning forward, seeking the bright spots, and dancing throughout the journey.