When I was dogsitting, I would often have to take the dog for walks. At night, I would look up at the stars and be amazed by how bright they are and how clear the sky is. It was bitterly cold, but I was too transfixed by the night sky to really complain.
With all that’s going on, I couldn’t help but wonder at how as cold as life gets (literally and/or metaphorically), when we look up we see that there is always light, that we surrounded by light. And no matter how cold it is, for that one moment when we look up, everything else dissipates as we stand gazing at the cosmos.