 I like to think of this photograph in a symbolic way, as an anti-depressant pill. The clouds thickly cover the sky (your world is a mess; your vision is clouded); the sun can't possibly break through (there is no hope, no answer to your problem). But it persists, it keeps probing to find a path through the clouds (you find the strength to fight back, to find a way out of the maze that has enveloped your life). Finally, it breaks through; there is light (your life is back on track). The sun also rises. St. George Stata Park, Florida. 
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