Driving down the highway one overcast day the miles began to blur. It might have been Kansas, might have been Oklahoma. It didn’t much matter, the whole world had turned gray. Just when things looked their most bleak the tiniest chink appeared in the cloud cover; and through that one small area the sun was able to shine.
Because they shone amidst gloom and storm clouds these few beams of light shone all the more brightly. And I appreciated them so much more for having known the gray skies.