He opened the old book, its pages yellowed with age, but the stories inside still vivid.

The scent of fresh coffee in the morning was enough to lift her spirits.

She is a dedicated environmentalist who works tirelessly to protect the planet.

The air was alive with the hum of insects and the occasional croak of a frog in the marshy pond.

The crackle of the campfire was the only sound as they sat under the stars, lost in their thoughts.

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

A child’s laugh is pure joy.

Any time a musician who wasn't Yo-Yo Ma appeared on The West Wing, it was trouble.

“When they dug up one of the best-preserved wooly mammoths in Siberia, the meat looked fresh: It was red and marbled with white fat,” he told me.

pointed to a greater conflict behind the scenes when announcing the news to Times staff members:  The change was attributed, by Arthur Sulzberger Jr, to "an issue with management in the newsroom".