It’s there. In the spaces between the raindrops, in the inky depths of the shadows outside your window at night. In the seconds after the lightning but before the peal of thunder and in the dreams you can’t quite remember when you wake.

It lives in those moments when the whole world seems to be holding its breath, when something that exists just beyond what you can grasp seems so much bigger than you. Because it is bigger. At least for now.

Those little almost glimpses are what you know you can be. When you feel so excited it’s scary, when your fingertips tingle, and when you gasp for no real reason at all.

Don’t stop looking for it, reaching towards it, dreaming of it at night. Because one day, those dreams you can’t remember will be your waking day.