a creature of habit, that's what I am.I never tire of my sunday morning routine. as the sun rises through the trees, I browse the newspaper and sip my coffee. a nearby church rings its bells. sunday mornings bring endings (the weekend) and beginnings (a new week). in this transitional space, I resolve to carry with me the freedom of the weekend into my work week. I do not always succeed at this, but the commitment is absolute and pure as I sit here.
I think about the day ahead and what it might bring: banana pancakes, yoga, a bike ride, grilling, cleaning, a spontaneous journey with my camera, season two of mad men and the next food network star finale.
sunday is a good day.
