But there is also and always the blue sky. After every storm, it reveals itself, sometimes in tiny peeks, sometimes not at all, sometimes entirely. It is always there, ready to peek through the clouds.

I am always looking for it, every morning, every afternoon.

It tells me to be thankful for the chance to live a new day. To bathe myself in the clear waters of my spirit.

It reminds me that I am strong and fortunate. The only thing to fear is fear.