There’s a particular contentment that comes in our falling in love again, dreaming again, hoping again. In our moments of rediscovered innocence, and in our informed and yet defiant idealism. As we reconstruct life on the other side of grief, loss, and tremendous shifts in perspective, the greatest refuge to be found is in the new things we love. It’s almost a kind of resurrection, where you’re armed with all you’ve experienced and learned, but open to something new and beautiful.