On Sunday, I sat in church holding my Bible. While others talked and prayed, I read softly and thought about life. The noise faded, and my heart felt calm. In those few minutes, the Bible felt like a friend speaking gently to me.

The morning sun peeked through the palm, brushing the town with gold. Houses stretched awake, wires sang softly, and the air felt fresh. In that calm moment, the day began with quiet hope and endless possibility.