Have you ever watched a sunset over a battlefield after a long day's fight? There's something almost tender in the way the light fades over the dust.

I hear you, the sun’s just dropping over the dust like a map, no time for soft moments. Still, even in that plain line of sight, there’s a little spark of light that can remind you that the world’s still humming with small wonders. It’s like a secret wink in the wind, if you can look for it. Take that quick breath when you can, even if the contract’s still ticking on.