✨Good morning.
As Friday unfolds beneath the vast, star-filled expanse of the cosmos, may you draw quiet strength from the infinite order that governs the heavens.
The same gentle forces that hold galaxies in their measured dance also shape the hours ahead of you. Approach this day with the calm certainty that each choice, however small, participates in a larger harmony. Let the light of possibility illuminate your path, and may your actions today reflect both purpose and grace.
Wishing you a Friday marked by clarity, steady progress, and a sense of belonging within the greater design.
Ember Orbits
She stands where lanterns spin their silent gears,
crimson buttons catching distant years.
Poppies breathe like coals the dark has kept,
while orbs of borrowed galaxies have slept upon the air.
One rises to her palm—
a caged sun, warm and circular and calm.
A dragon’s shadow threads the hanging light,
unspooling night into a softer night.
Her fingers close. The spheres continue on.
What she has held, the cosmos does not own.
Short Story Thursday: Enjoy your evening
Aetheris drifted alone through the upper currents, her blue-and-gold gown catching the deep spiral light. The atmosphere had always answered her. Tonight it did not. A thin fracture had opened in the great wave that held the sky’s balance—an empty seam where the golden light should have flowed. Through the seam, colder darkness pressed inward. If the fracture widened, the currents that carried weather and light would tear apart. Aetheris turned toward the break, knowing she was the only one who could close it.
She entered the fracture. The opposing current struck hard, trying to push her back. Strands of her hair and the edges of her gown began to unravel into the wind, drawn into the tear. Instead of resisting, she reached forward and caught a single falling filament of golden light—the last intact thread of the original wave. She wove it through the fracture with her own dissolving hair, binding the two forces together. The cold current fought, twisting the thread, but each pass of her hands tightened the seam. The struggle was brief and exact: either the weave held, or the sky would split.
The fracture sealed. The opposing current collapsed into the restored wave, which now glowed with both the original gold and a faint new blue from Aetheris’s own light. She stood above the cloud sea, the great arc whole again behind her. The atmosphere settled and answered her once more, but the thread she had used was gone. A quiet gap remained in the pattern—small, permanent, and hers. The sky was safe. She was no longer entirely separate from it.
The fracture sealed. The opposing current collapsed into the restored wave, which now glowed with both the original gold and a faint new blue from Aetheris’s own light. She stood above the cloud sea, the great arc whole again behind her. The atmosphere settled and answered her once more, but the thread she had used was gone. A quiet gap remained in the pattern—small, permanent, and hers. The sky was safe. She was no longer entirely separate from it.
She entered the fracture. The opposing current struck hard, trying to push her back. Strands of her hair and the edges of her gown began to unravel into the wind, drawn into the tear. Instead of resisting, she reached forward and caught a single falling filament of golden light—the last intact thread of the original wave. She wove it through the fracture with her own dissolving hair, binding the two forces together. The cold current fought, twisting the thread, but each pass of her hands tightened the seam. The struggle was brief and exact: either the weave held, or the sky would split.
The fracture sealed. The opposing current collapsed into the restored wave, which now glowed with both the original gold and a faint new blue from Aetheris’s own light. She stood above the cloud sea, the great arc whole again behind her. The atmosphere settled and answered her once more, but the thread she had used was gone. A quiet gap remained in the pattern—small, permanent, and hers. The sky was safe. She was no longer entirely separate from it.
The fracture sealed. The opposing current collapsed into the restored wave, which now glowed with both the original gold and a faint new blue from Aetheris’s own light. She stood above the cloud sea, the great arc whole again behind her. The atmosphere settled and answered her once more, but the thread she had used was gone. A quiet gap remained in the pattern—small, permanent, and hers. The sky was safe. She was no longer entirely separate from it.
Cosmic Thursday Greeting
Thursday’s cup is already steaming with yesterday’s gravity. Lift it. Let the dark liquid become fuel.
Watch the steam spiral into a nebula, and feel the quiet click of ignition. You are not late. You are the rocket that learned the cup was only the launchpad.
Ascend. The stars have been waiting since Monday to meet the version of you that finally leaves the saucer.
KLGS — rising with the Thursday light.
🤖 Made with AI
Where nearness rests, the sky remembers how to open—
and what was held close learns the wider light.
✨She stands where glowing petals lean,
the dragon’s warmth against her cheek,
then lifts her eyes to watch him rise
on wings of gold through afternoon skies.
Above the towers he takes the light,
and she remains, still and bright—
a quiet heart beneath the sun,
where field and city meet as one.
Hummmmm……interesting. Like I said. Now we see why the save America Act was not passed.
I've been tracking the votes for Abdul El-Sayed and Mike Rogers through the night and I have found that between Midnight and 12:15 am there was a huge dump of votes for Abdul El-Sayed of about 200,000 votes more than Mike Rogers. The next highest dump of votes that had a difference increase in votes was no more difference than 17,000 votes. It appears to me that there was a huge dump of votes for Abdul after midnight. We should look further into this dumping of votes.