Some of the most beautiful moments are found in the quiet after a storm.

This evening, right after a hard Pennsylvania summer thunderstorm, Bailey and I took a ride up into the hills. As we sat on top of that mountain, the hills began to breathe out the rain and the light started to filter its way back through the clouds.

There was something about watching the light return that made me want to linger there a little longer.

Where have you seen light breaking through?