dear sunday

dear sunday, i've always loved you, but lately i've been appreciating you even more. you were created so we would have time to sit in porch rockers while the rain came down around us--the sound giving cadence to our holy shared laughter and pastries. you are witness also to the sparkling ocean tides; waves that soothe and sun that heals. with you there is always time to watch and appreciate the eddies of swirling rivers and hunt for what washes up in the seastrand. you aren't demanding in the way that other days can be; you might point out that the sun is in a different position, but you never ask me what time it is. there's lingering small-town conversations as the characters we've come to recognize in the play of our lives come out from a long winter to find each other in familiar scenes. also sketching, morning coffee sipping that turns into afternoon coffee sipping, naps, maybe finishing that novel or anticipating the poppies' bloom. you give strength and silence to carry into our more active surface waters; anchoring our random thoughts and feelings to the calm of the deep that is always with us. i can't say that you're my favorite day, because i like them all, but i definitely have favorite things about you that make every day better! love, a fan of yours