Raindrops dance on placid waters, as storm clouds thin and dissipate. Silhouettes mark the transition between land and threatening sky, while island pine and cedar anchor themselves on their solid yet unimposing foundation. Those who live under the politics of fear only see skies of discontent and mistrust. For those with optimistic intent, skies will clear. Lift your vision so others may follow. Look towards the horizon, and await the affirmation of the stormbreak.