Sundays (2007)

Wrote on: April 22nd, 2007

It’s a very nice day out many would say.

The sun was high in the baby blue sky and no clouds could be seen for miles, and the sun light has as ever to hurt a gaze when stared at.

Summer’s glimpse in spring has begun to appear. Evidence shows the dark green leaves on the trees. The shades of grassy green and such on the bushes in my yard, and the amethyst colored stems and leaves on the budding crimson peddles of roses, along with the long light green leaves with white lines coursing down the leaves on the orange tulips. They all sprang up at the early signs of summer time.

The wind even complemented the sunny, hot day.

Cool winds blew over the hills and through the strands of my hair continuously through big gusts and soft, low ones. The sun was even starting to burn my skin red, but the oil and lotion I rubbed on my soft skin would keep me safe for awhile.

No one except me and the birds singing in the distance were outside, and I was completely content with that. Silence doesn’t bother me.

I always seem to forget what the warmth from the sun’s rays is like.

Yup, Sundays always seem like the perfect day, to do nothing.