Somewhere nearby, water dripped steadily from a melting snowbank — that unmistakable sound of winter finally loosening its grip.

It felt small, almost insignificant. And yet, somehow, it felt like the beginning of everything.

For two weeks, we practice curiosity over caricature. We cheer for athletes from countries we cannot locate on a map. We grieve with a skater honoring his parents. We admire sacrifice that predates the spotlight.

And because we know their stories, we care.

It’s hard not to notice how much our world needs more of this kind of love right now.

It made me consider how often we hide our own value behind fear or anxiety. How often we mistake visibility for worth. How often we stay safely busy, moving just enough to avoid being fully seen — to avoid the light.