Sunday Sunday....beautiful Sunday..

Going through the motions of Sunday afternoons . What sets each day apart is, how we live it and how we walk through it .The day depends on the way we can swing our moods from pause to play, sad to happy, irritated to pacified ...it's a struggle to keep sane. But we should . There are no flower beds where I am ,only paved driveways and tall buildings.


These were my staples when the storm hit last week. While the city was going under tough wind beatings, I was hallucinating of montrous cream topped coffee and biscuits. Shivering cold and extreme heat drove me crazy.