You know victory is ahead, keep moving forward.

Victory, seen from inside a hard stretch, is rarely a trumpet. It is an ordinary evening. The first night you sleep the whole way through. The first meal you actually taste. The first hour that goes by without the thing sitting in the middle of it.

Those arrive before a situation is fully resolved, and they are easy to miss because they are not shaped like a finish line.

Keep going, and keep count. The wins are already being handed out in small denominations.