The early morning sun peered through a cumulus shade – just one bright eye upon the world, deciding whether to wake or remain in patient wait for its time upon the stage. The showers come with dawn’s new day, their cloudy gloom an attempt to discourage the bright one; but fear not, for we should be so bold as to always rise and shine, despite the forecast. If we choose, a sunny disposition is our destiny, whether obvious or hidden.


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