On day seven, it was time for our 150-mile run back to reality. The sky was black, and the rain was heavy and steady. There was a lightning bolt here, a lightning bolt there. It wasn’t what one would call optimum conditions for on-the-water travel, but as we headed east out of the inlet and made our left turn north, I looked to starboard. Beyond the squall line, the clouds were thinning. And in the distance, I caught a glimpse of light piercing through them. You see, the sunrise is always there, if you’re willing to look for it.