sunday 07.05

There is something about sunday, especially when there is no sun, the birds still sing in melody, just clouds, simple and gray and the temperature off perfection, but refreshing. It is a day, but this day is different. Relatives that came for a visit, or friends for that matter, usually say their goodbyes, lunch is sometimes, switched to 'dinner', with an extra effort placed on what and who appears on and at the table.

Relaxation is the objective and any chores that were left unfinished, remain, until later in the day or until next morning, which ever is more pleasurable. Telephones tend to ring more often, people from the distance giving a longer shout out and some shout for the first time in awhile.

Stories wined down from friday night and saturday and abruptly switch to what tomorrow brings. Sunday is a day that most, not all, have an issue living in the moment. They watch, listen to, hear about, attend, or ignore organized service and allow sunday and its memories to pass as if it is a right of passage, a symbol unlike saturday, more like a beginning of sorts of what lies ahead, the rest left behind for another time.