In a moment of stillness, while the world is asleep— no sound, no rush, no stress— I linger in my quiet thoughts as I wait for the birds to sing, their melody igniting hope amidst the sun’s soft glow. Editor: Shannon Hensley  

Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns as she stretches—Sinewy and slinky. Her green eyes, lazy but alert.Calm and quiet, This morning-time ritual,Peace before the storm.

Everyone dreams of being successful and prosperous in this world. Yet, we all ask the age-old question: Is there a certain formula or discipline that needs to be followed to become a successful person, or does it just happen? Finding out what makes your day successful is an individual preference, although there are steps you ...

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Her blue eyes– dispirited. Her ingenuity went down with the sun, but broke the promise that it would return at dawn. And how can one contently sit on their porch and savor their 5:13 A.M. coffee if the East has ceased to shine its rays?   I wondered what the world looked like on her ...