I started thinking about this on my drive into work this morning. This idea of the audacity to believe rolling around in my mind. The audacity to see the light when engulfed in darkness. The audacity to believe in love when surrounded by hate. The audacity to believe that everything is going to be ok, even when surrounded by unknowns. I had temporarily allowed those unknowns to formulate a strong defense against hope. Since my vacation my hope along with my audacity to believe in happy endings returned. An evolution of thought that rose up with a sunrise, as possibility crept in with the tides. Carried in on the breeze…