Back To Life. Back To Reality.

Yep, it’s back to the norm. Back to schedules and paychecks. Back to alarm clocks and cups of coffee in the car on the way to work. And, most importantly, back to Sunday’s off!

I’ve never had much of a religious affiliation but I have to say that the one thing that I have taken from the Good Book is the observance of the day of rest. Even when we were on the road we participated in this weekly holiday hence promoting No Drive Sundays as one of our official policies. There’s just something about it though, the “feel” of a Sunday that is different than Saturday, even though they share the same weekend label. It’s the day when everything is just okay the way it is. There’s no reason to fuss or stress or rush anything that you do. And to feel no guilt when choosing your path for the day.

If you want to lay around in your sweats all day, immersing yourself in a story so deep that you lose hours of your day to an alternate world of words, there’s nothing wrong with that.
If you want to take a long, slow drive through archway canopies of trees alongside fields that only a month or so ago were blossoming with fruitful life just for something to do, that’s okay too.
Or if you decide to indulge in a refreshing, taste bud awakening beverage with your two eggs and side of home fries, I say why not?

Although this past Sunday we didn’t really do any of these things exactly the way they were just stated, parts of all those things did occur at one point or another during the day. And as cool as all of that was, I would have to say the best part of my Sunday was the afternoon walk we took with the dogs through forests and along seasonal sand covered backroads that weave in and out of the hills surrounding the cottage.



The conditions were ideal, a day warmer than most, a slight breeze sweeping through the tree tops, shaking the red and orange and yellow leaves, eventually jostling them from their limbs and falling lazily to the green cushioned forest floor.



The colors seemed to pop, exploding out of the page like one of those pop up books I remember as a kid, contrasting against the blue backdrop of the afternoon sky and the steadfast deep green of the sporadically placed pines mixed into the forest landscape.



Like I said, it was definitely one of those days when everything seemed to fit into place without effort. It was definitely a Sunday.