By Benjamin LernerOriginal Source: sevendaysvt.comHazy clouds drifted through the gray winter sky as I yawned, stretched and rose from my bed. I was two years sober, and I had just woken up from a restful night’s sleep. As I began my daily preparations, I watched in silent awe as a solitary ray of sunlight poked through the clouds and illuminated a row of snowcapped trees on a rocky hillside.Staring at the expanding beam of light, I found myself contemplating its symbolic significance in relation to my...click here to continue reading