When the birds are chirping… When the sun is rising… When the day is just beginning and all expectations are high… The finest time of day is when all is calm and quiet. At nine in the morning, the bright sunshine is streaming through my window. It hits the small octagonal crystal hanging on the invisible string and sends colorful rays of light all around my room. The walls are white, but the beams are making them look like a rainbow. Outside, things are moving, and I am stretching my arms and rubbing my eyes from sleep. Arms up… up… up… ahhh….. The sun is coming up and is just starting to warm the earth. The flowers are opening their petals and raising their heads. I raise my head from my pillow and listen…

It is Saturday and I hear water running from the faucet. My dad is downstairs shaving. My mom has gone to work and the house is peaceful and tranquil, but for the remaining reverberating sounds of her cooking bouncing off the walls in the kitchen. The day is full of possibilities. I could start the day by going for a walk in the park behind my house or exercise while temperature is still perfect. I could study or call a friend and plan to do something. I can choose Calculus, Physics, Psychology, or better yet, Vicky, Leah, or Becca. The day can be slow and relaxing, or it can be exciting and invigorating. This is the time when it is all determined. Nature will give me a sign.