I was made for Sunday mornings and winter.
With last night’s attire still on duty, I ease my way into a favorite reading spot. The one by the window. The one with all of that light.
Its frosted glass gently confirms my rejection of a busy day ahead – with its demands for shopping and indulgences and weekend chores.
They will all just have to wait. And Monday will be here soon enough.
Today, I will find my bookmarked spot – page 148 or thereabouts – and forget about everything except that window. And the chilled air that it keeps whispering to me about.
Today I will travel far away.
Just by sitting here, alongside this window.
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