Sunday

then. remembering a weekend spent with the girls in Dallas. a visit to the Arboretum. a riot of pumpkins. the State Fair. butterfly atrium. lots of fried food. good conversation. laughter. friendship. (20 years worth).

now. listening to the hubs in the kitchen making breakfast. working on some volunteer stuff. on my third cup of coffee. a lazy Sunday. with hints of activity.

'your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. no wonder you feel that lost sensation. you're sunk from a riot of relaxation.'