Sunday, March 19, 2006
last day
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,Sunday morning coming down indeed.
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
- Kris Kristofferson
It is Sunday, the last day of Spring Break 2006. And as it is the last day, unlike poor Mr. Kristofferson above, I'm not just wishing.
The Wife is still sleeping. The Boy is still sleeping.
I have a fresh poured pint of Guinness in hand.
I opted to enjoy a quiet morning of relative solitude sitting in the comfortably cool damp air and listening to the morning songs of the doves and birds play an everchanging melody over the omnipresent rhythm of a gently falling rain.
Holy Bejesus! And how unlike Mr. Kristofferson and not having to deal with that whole just wishing thing.
Sweet.
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