God, I love them. They are so peaceful, as if the whole world is still asleep. And although it seems backwards, I tend to wake up earliest on Sundays. I think it’s an instinct: my mind’s way of letting me enjoy the peacefulness that is Sunday mornings.
Anything seems possible on a Sunday. Even if it’s just a lazy day in watching the rain outside. Runs seem easier on a Sunday, and people are way more relaxed and approachable.
Man are Sundays nice.
Sunday Sunday Sunday. I’ve written it too often now. It doesn’t look like a proper word, just an amalgamation of Sun and day. Which I guess technically it is.