She’s the glimmer of a full moon in the morning sun breaking through the mist over the ocean. She glows and sparkles but retreats inward at the same time. The contrast is right before you but impossible to define. She is the brand new start of another chance. Concise in her familiarity, warm in the way she illuminates her own projection. She is a song, a dance, a poem, another dimension. She is us, starting over a new day, by day, by day.