It’s one of those weekends, where the outside world is so far away, where the bed is left unmade, and the eyes stay puffy for a while.
Come sit with me, it’s one of those weekends, where the sun casts its morning light in oscillations, swinging back and forth with the clouds, as they take turns leading today’s theatrical.
It’s one of those weekends, where time does not matter, and now I cannot recall the number of times my finger swiped down to refresh. This weekend is easy.
Come sit with me, it’s one of those weekends. But, the coffee turned cold, still sitting at the side of the window where the sun cast its final rays and the evening crept in.
It’s one of those weekends, where the outside world interrupted the flow. There is a young woman at my door, smiling gently, waiting for me to pickup my groceries.
It’s time for a warm coffee. Enough staring at that laundry basket, for the flow has been interrupted, and the inner world swept back in all the flow it had released as it created its own existence.
Come sit with me, as I fold the laundry and gently shrug off the Sunday blues. Let’s put some good music and enjoy our own little world anyway.