Sunday mornings ..
The NY Times and hot coffee.
Turn off the ‘do’ brain and activate the ‘be’ brain.
Outside, a pickup game of basketball. Young men in t-shirts with a jukebox for accompanying their jump shots and fast dribbles.
Two young girls – maybe 8 – on razors chatting up their school week and the state of their bicycles.
I walk the dog. Buster picks up messages and leaves messages. Our neighbor Eileen stops to chat and stroke his long soft hair. A gorgeous day we agree – free from the blasting winds of earlier in the week.
Pelicans soar. Songbirds fill the trees with melodies.
Maybe it’s a kind of Norman Rockwell moment – like I should head to the kitchen and bake a pie (if I knew how to bake a pie!).
Sundays. Lazy. The way the end of the week was intended.