After the cold air subsides, or at least warms up slightly, there’s that moment of getting out the door. We chase the sun, or the light, or just the fresh air that comes with every storm. Nothing is uncommon, the lake has been here nearly 200 years, the rocks much, much, much longer. What compels us out and forward, is not the rarity or the obscure, but the simple awareness that the common is still there, changing constantly. And we don’t want to miss it.