Theres….Something quiet, something personal and introspective about weekend mornings. Saturdays are either dazed attempts at piecing together friday night or a flirtatious procrastination with whomever decided to stay after the party ended. But sunday mornings are by nature almost peaceful. Put on the tv watch re-runs over a cup of coffee, or perhaps curl up with a book you’ve already read a couple times. It safe to say that nothing real gets done, but thats when it all comes together. What have I learned this week? Who have I met that will change my life?
Not to be cheesy, but I should borrow a line from the movie, “Stranger Than Fiction.” which I saw last night, and enjoyed immensely. How can we tell which moments in our lives are the significant ones? It’s difficult, no doubt, to determine which courses of action to pursue at the end of the week, but perhaps that’s what sunday mornings are all about. It’s the perfect time when life affords you a much needed breath of air, and a chance to remember the smile of a girl you just met, or have known very long, or just give you a moment to listen to the silence that a hard week can bring. You know, the little things.
So as this Sunday morning draws to a close, and becomes afternoon, I hope you’ve spent it well. Maybe you finished another chapter in your memoirs, or visited the neighborhood bakery with your family, or sent a cute text message to a love interest, or curled your toes and enjoyed a cup of tea with someone, or made some calls to relatives, or went for a drive down to the lake even though it was cold simply because you could.
Anyway, here’s to another week gone, hopefully some life’s lessons’s learned, and so on.
Posting some fun music soon,
F.F.
