Sunday

"I am writing on a Sunday, the morning far advanced, on a day full of soft light in which, above the rooftops of the interrupted city, the blue of the always brand new sky closes the mysterious existence of stars into oblivion.

In me it is also Sunday...My heart is also going to church, located it doesn't know where. It wears a child's velvet suit, and it's face, made rosy by first impressions, smiles without sad eyes above the collar that's too big."

-Pessoa

Sunday's are meant for simple things. Family & friends. Sleeping late & lamenting over fresh coffee. Keep the blinds down if the sunlight displeases you or venture out & take a long, winding, stroll through the neighbourhood, any neighbourhood. Go to church, say a prayer or just laugh with a good friend.

Do whatever inspires your soul to life. Because Sundays are for the soul.