sunday

 

I feel a delicious emptiness this morning. I lean out of my window and let the sun caress my face. I look toward the park knowing I will take a walk there in a couple of hours. A lady walks by with her Sunday hat on.

This is the lightness that fills you the day after you finish a project that has consumed you for days and at the last minute you wrap it up and send it off.

I buy a hard copy of the New York Times which I haven't done in years, but I can't bear sitting in front of the computer this morning and I want to let the world in again.