Do you ever experience that moment where something that you’ve seen many times before suddenly slots into your mind in a way that opens up new and perfect meaning? I’ve passed this mural many times here in DC but yesterday, on the winter equinox, with the days from now on getting longer, what I saw for the first time was hope, a movement towards the light, reflected in those rays shooting up towards the rooftop. If we can just hold on a little longer, the light is coming, the end is in sight.