There are some days in Seattle when you wake up and it is pitch black out. So dark that you think all light is being consumed by the wind and the rain. How on earth could daylight break through this ink? Then you get going on your commute, see a swing blowing in the wind and realize it’s just another day, full of tons of opportunity for partly sunny _________ and you should take a moment to enjoy the small things as you can. Like a perfectly white canvas for a swinging smile.