Sunday mornings usually bring a sense of calm. There are no expectations, the world is your oyster. And, if I did the weekend right, I’m not hungover and exhausted. I’m maybe even a little refreshed. I like the quiet. I like that the world is sleeping (ok so maybe not now). I like that I can feel hopeful that today will be a good day.
I like walking early in the morning. Going to the park and taking in the views over coffee and a book. I like feeling the breeze.
Sometimes, it’s the littlest things that bring the greatest satisfaction.