A lone man in a hat sits under a bare tree and a full moon, in grey mist. In his hand is a staff with two ends.

Everyone comes to a moment when they must think things through — what to do, where to go. The deepest reflections, the ones that bring the truest answers, often come at night, when the whole world has gone quiet and we hear only ourselves and our thoughts.

The two ends of the staff are two choices: one path or the other. On a night of reflection we must decide which path is truly ours — one that matches our values and takes us where we need to be. May your night of reflection be a gentle one.