Here is what I think. Some days you feel small and not in a good way. Dwarfed by what feels overwhelming, even if what feels overwhelming is the sameness of every single day and no sense of change in sight. Those days, you have got to get in the car and go somewhere you can see the horizon. Where you get to feel the good kind of small. Small in the face of overwhelming beauty. A sameness that is expansive rather than stifling. A sameness that comforts like a visit to an old friend. And a chance to see that in the distance, there is light. (Cozy giant purple hoodies are also advised on these days. As are chocolate milkshakes from the burgerville drive thru.)