there's something in a sunday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

Cause there's something in a Sunday 

Makes a body so alone

And there's nothing short of dying 

Half as lonesome as it sounds

On a sleeping city sidewalk

Sunday morning comin down

                                                                  -kris kristofferson

That used to be my life. 

Well, not constantly, but there were days

Drinking days. 

As you did in those days.

Staying up all night until there was no more booze and the tunes drifted off to sleep. And the light put the darkness to bed. 

Walk of Shame home with my shoes in my hand. 

Ah but there was something in a Sunday..

The morning has a quietness unlike its six siblings. 

It also holds more promise than any other day. It is a day to be spent exactly how you like.. whether it is sleeping and reading, puttering around the house, going for coffee, strolling the market or taking a swim or a road trip.

I love that about Sundays.

It is a day of naps in rainy day beds or on sandy sunny beaches. It feels like a day of rest, compared to the rest. 

Now instead of going to bed as they day was getting up, we are in sync. I am awakened by the morning's first yawns and happy to get up and enjoy the quietest of times.

For many years most of my Sunday mornings have been spent with James Taylor. His greatest hits album has proved to be the perfect Sunday morning soundtrack. Sparkling guitar to accompany freshly ground and then brewed coffee. 

Ah Sunday.. how I love you like no other

Sunday Morning Sunrise (Halifax Clock Tower)