Gratitude is a choice. Just like looking for the sun.” “Looking for the sun…” he parroted. I shrugged, letting my fingers sift through Tater’s fur. “Sometimes it’s finding those actual rays. Just looking up, closing my eyes, and remembering it’s still there. Every day it rises. Sometimes it’s looking for those glimmers of light elsewhere. The amazing hazelnut latte I got from Ezra. The kindness Trey showed to me when I needed it. The run that reminded me I’m still here and breathing. Those glimmers are all around us; you just have to open your eyes and truly see.” A muscle along Colt’s jaw
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