It’s the practicalities of summer that tie me to this annual concept of seasonal change. And as the weather shifts from winter to summer so begins my mental and physical metamorphosis.

I find that as the heavy layers of winter start to lift and I shed my cumbersome winter clothes the physical heaviness begins to dissipate, replaced by an elevating warmth.

As summer days get clearer and brighter, I do too. Summer allows me to see that the weight of a dark cloud can always be lifted by a stream of light, and it’s that light that can create optimists from even the most devoted of pessimists.