It’s slow, like the first rays of dawn creeping over the horizon, but it’s here— the feeling that maybe, just maybe, things are getting better. The heaviness lifts, not all at once, but enough to breathe. Enough to notice the warmth of the sun, the laughter in the air, the quiet moments that no longer ache. It’s not perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s enough to feel the spark, to see the light returning, and to believe that brighter days will come.