Darkness, broken by a tiny shaft of ight on a small seedling in the forest.
The light shifts as the sun slowly rises. The light lands on branches full of green leaves, glowing brilliant against the dark background.
As the sun comes over the ridge, the light spreads. One can see the trees, trunks, branches, and trees, standing in the light of the new day.
Minutes later, all is illuminated and the darkness banished until evening.
They say it’s darkest before the dawn. And in many ways, 2020 has felt like descending into darkness. But now, it feels like the time to reach for the light and search for the dawn.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
But it only bends that way if there is a steadfast commitment to see the task through to completion.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg