Hovering above the ocean as the storm rolled past, I watched the light slowly reclaim the horizon. Rain still trailed from the clouds in soft grey veils, but a quiet ribbon of rainbow began to glow where the weather was letting go. Below, a lone sailboat moved steadily through calm dark water, its white sail turned toward the clearing sky. From the air, it felt like witnessing a gentle turning point, the storm drifting behind, the boat sailing calmly toward brighter, better days.