Sunday, 22 September 2013

6.50 on a Sunday


Rooibos tea with honey. Sunshine outside. Sore throat, fleeing voice. Dizzy head. The promise of good reads and a trip to the bookstore. Sneezing just a little bit. Writing about then and now, the problems we face, the life people should be able to lead. An attempt to understand society, an attempt to understand life. Talking to friends.

This morning – a Sunday morning – I woke up at 6.50 am. This day has all the potential to be a really good one. 

1 comment:

Natalie said...

That's such a beautiful sunrise!