S U N D A Y
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Normally I am no fan of Sundays. I just don’t like this last day of the week. I don’t know if it’s just me, but as chill as it can be, it ends up being boring and lame. Don’t you agree? It might start happily, slowly, we’re taking it easy. We wake up a little later than usual, get our breakfast and try to enjoy this very moment. Sometimes when it’s sunny and fresh we go out, we go for a walk, or to the beach in the summer days… at least we have fun with family or friends and have some of those moments when we chill and relax. It starts cool mostly, we like it so far, until the early evening, when the sun is about to go down. In my memories, this instant of the day is associated with the sound of the flock of birds flying back to their home. This sound has always annoyed me, but on Sundays it has more effect, I think, than the rest of the week. I feel it adds sadness to this particular day, it reminds you t...
