Against the cyclorama of a misty opaque haze, winking glitter is attached with dabs of glue. Despite their dazzling performances in the nightly pageants, I always thought they were merely evanescent. However, one murky night, I climbed out of my mom’s car after a long day of lessons to find one contestant shining above the muted rest. Twinkling Nostalgia winked at me with no falter in its sparkle, and each time I’d find it a tad brighter than the day before. When I look out the window years later on my worst days, it’s a subtle reminder that the darker the outlook, the brighter you can shine.