It’s been a bright, frigid winter day, the kind where the frozen snow is noisy underfoot and your skin complains almost immediately when you step outside. I stopped near a local church while running a few errands before our New Year’s festivities to watch the final sunset of 2017. It was only fitting during a year where I spent countless evenings chasing its beauty along country roads.
A young tree cast a long shadow along the snow, reminding me that when we bring ourselves fully into the light, the shadows of our history draw long behind us, a recounting of what has brought us to the point where we stand.
As the sun goes down on 2017, I am just as as I should be, fully in the light, a product of every experience I’ve drawn behind.