From the weekend

I don't always, but on Sunday I did exactly what I said I was going to do... took myself to the cemetery and strolled under canopies of beautiful leaves. It was one of those days when people looked at each other in wordless agreement that we were witnessing perfection.

Even as I tired I was reluctant to turn back home. And so I took a break in a coffee shop and then dipped into the ravine, got covered in mud and laughed at myself. Five hours later, with the sun starting to set, I turned for home. When I got inside, I felt that beautiful exhaustion from so much fresh air and sunshine. If only every day could be a perfect Sunday, what a life that would be...

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