A Sunday That Stood Still
The morning light lingered, as if it knew it was welcome.
The house felt unusually calm today. No alarms, no errands pulling me out the door — just coffee brewing and the soft sound of the spoon against the mug. I sat near the window and watched the light stretch across the floorboards, moving slowly, like the day itself.
Some Sundays are made for doing nothing, and somehow that feels like everything.
August 2025 Primrose at home