I am a spec of dust floating randomly through the light. Reflective and content in the moment. Drifting slowing to the stonework floors of Starbucks. A shift in the way I see things has taken place. I’m trying (and mildly succeeding) to take back my life from the grips of depression. Seattle was never the place for me because of the gray skies and I’m reminded of this every time the sun comes out. Things are just more beautiful when you can see them. Even down to a spec of dust twirling in the ambient light.