Sunday morning I spent many hours in bed reading and watching the stillness of the lake from my comfy vantage point. The only reasons I untangled myself from my nest were to go to the loo, let my dog out and make myself some porridge. It was incredibly indulgent and sooo yummy. Sure did beat getting up and cleaning the house as I'm apt to do on Sunday's. Cleaning is such a waste of the pure, subtle qualities Sunday mornings lend themselves to be. "No more!" I cried out. Pick another day for scrubbing toilets and floors! Sundays are unique b/c they are languid, peaceful and in my opinion, feel like they stretch on and on. I'll take a Sunday over any other day of the week. They feel like the day everyone becomes human again, ya know? The partying is over from the early stages of the w/e and it's chill time. Be with family or be on your own and submerge into hedonistic living, if only for the day. As a kid we would often go for "Sunday drives" in the country, most likely after church (ugh!) and brunch (yay!). Remember when all stores shut down on Sundays? Few people worked on a Sunday. It was determined to be "family time" since there weren't any other options as there are now. Maybe it's one of the reasons Sundays seem to personify the meaning of nostalgia for me.
What do Sundays feel like for you?
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2 comments:
unfortunately, just another day...I look forward to the return of what you have described so nicely.
...mixed blessing. On one hand, a day of rest to recoup from the busy week gone by and on the other, the only day of solace before the chaos begins again. Sundays should be 48 hours long because by the time I climb out of bed from a long slumber and slip into a sunny corner of the house to laze and catch up on some reading, it is evening and with much anxiety, I realize that I have a life to tend to that is very separate from the world I long to be a part of (created for myself on the first day of the week).
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