It’s there. In the spaces between the raindrops, in the inky depths of the shadows outside our windows at night. In the seconds after the lightning but before the peal of thunder and in the dreams we can’t quite remember when we wake.
It lives in those moments when the whole world seems to be holding its breath, when something that exists just beyond what we can grasp seems so much bigger than us. Because it is bigger. At least for now.
Those little almost glimpses are what we know we can be. When we feel so excited it’s scary, when our fingertips tingle, and when we gasp for no real reason at all.
We mustn’t stop looking for it, reaching towards it, dreaming of it at night. Because one day, those dreams we can’t remember will be our waking day.