Author: Nan Jones

The porch swing comforted me with its steady, peaceful rhythm. Uncertain days were taking a toll on my heart and mind. Fear of the unknown hounded me, and the rise of evil in this world rattled my soul.

I looked toward the ridge where the sun began its evening descent. Magenta began rising above the trees. Lavender and apricot clouds tossed their petals across the wide expanse as the North Star made its appearance. Soon a multitude of stars — glistening diamonds — would make their presence known against an indigo sky.