…there’s nothing like it!
It’s never quite as restful in the week as it is on a Sunday afternoon.
I’m never as contemplative during the week as on a Sunday afternoon.
The air has a different quality to it.
Light looks diffused, sort of hazy.
Sounds are mostly limited to doves crooning and dogs yapping.
No kids screaming while playing with a ball.
No drunk people making a noise in the street.
No tyres squealing.
The end of another week.
One week closer to my unemployment.
Or one week closer to the beginning of a great thing.
One never knows.
One can only believe…