My Sundays are lazy and moody. Saturdays are always filled with either cataclysm or severe fatigue, but not my Sundays. The ease of waking up on Sunday is inertly calm. I don’t worry about what time or even thoughts of to do list or chores, my mind and body are in a state of relaxation. Laying in bed wrapped in […]
Who makes their bed on Sundays?
Memories of Purple
The distinct timbre of purple that the eye can only see when someone is in love, is the purple that we all long for. Winter has come and gone without catching a glimpse of the purple that the heart longs for. How can one fill the void of missing the one they love, reds, blues […]