sunday mornings are hers

February 7, 2010 | Filed Under ordinary 

i love weekends, the emptiness they usually hold, two whole days that stretch before us into a distant blue. this weekend was busier than usual, included lots of work on saturday and many churchy opportunities today, but was all a weekend could hope to be as far as i’m concerned. a little more sleep would have been nice, but i’m not complaining.

i took a walk today with max, around the loop, over the creek, past the sorry house whose occupant just chopped down every tree in the yard. it smelled like mulch, summery and new, the stumps of the trees in a row in the back, a sad gaping scar ripping through the grass. maybe they were dead, diseased, something less grim than cutting on a whim, like you do to bangs, or the hem off a dress.

some sunday nights i don’t know how i’ll manage to wade through the week to come, the weight of the minutiae pushing and holding me down. tonight i don’t feel this at all, the new week rolled out in front of me, a carpet for soaring, i hope, for riding the wind through clouds and sun and onward into the weekend next.

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