Sometimes I like Sundays.
Everything is more quiet, slower, like in a slight dream. On a sunny Sunday like today, people seem to allow themselves some rest and enjoyable time.They walk their dogs, they take out there kids for a little stroll on the river or to the next icecream cafe and eventuelly they go for a run (to justify the visit in the icecream cafe). There is something in the air like a heavenly peace which lays on peoples backs to tell them: Yes, its ok to have fun today. Its ok to put the work aside along with the worries that usually come with it and to just be.
Just be, just breathe, just look around and see what is around: the birds chirping and welcoming the spring time, the trees flourishing with a deep green colour, various coloured flowers pushed their way through the soil they planted in and breathe the same air like us.
Life just is, people just are. God is the same.
I wish there would be more sundays in a week.
