In case you didn’t know, it takes two years to drive across Texas. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But it takes a long time. I can’t remember where in Texas I took this photo. I can remember only that it was a hot June night this past summer, and I was road weary, cranky, and bummed. We were on our second day of driving through the Lone Star State, and at that point, I just wanted to teleport to our destination: Durango, Colorado. And while my next road trip destination was known, my next destination in life was not. I had just graduated college and I had no idea what job I would get or where I’d be headed next. I’d signed up for this family road trip, but part of me was wishing I’d stayed home and applied for jobs instead (looking back now, I am so grateful I didn’t). Everyone else has jobs, I thought. Why can’t I be like everyone else?
I was walking along the stretch of parking lot at the rest area at which we’d stopped for the night, kicking rocks and cursing my situation, when I saw these beautiful black birds arranged so perfectly atop barren branches, their bodies silhouetted against the big, bright moon. And I felt utter joy.
Because even in darkness and uncertainty, there’s beauty if you’re willing to look for it.