Decades ago, Sunday’s looked very different from those of today. Sundays began with waking from a peaceful sleep as calmness filled your room and the thoughts of endless fun the day will bring. You arise from bed, walk through the sun filled halls to see your parents sitting by the sliding doors and enjoying an espresso. The Aroma of sauce filled the air, it is Sunday.
The years and decades pass and the Sunday’s are different, feel different. Sunday’s are now filled with a different aroma, as the bustle of life has created a quiet list of catch up items that swirl in my thoughts, you missed that, you did not complete that, never giving accolades first to the successes you did have this week. But, this year is different. A quiet shift has been happening, a daily practice shedding the weight of the lengthy list. A surrender you might say, a slow emergence from the box- shedding the convuluted expectations of the bustle.
Good morning Sunday Funday- the aroma of espresso with the warmth of the summer sun sprinkles a scent of oh the fun we can have today.
lifelong learner-n
Allora Oggi e Al Modo Mio
Al Modo Mio 1974 
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