Recipe for a perfect Sunday morning

[eleneariel]

You wake up early only to find that it's thundering and threatening rain, so you can't get up and exercise as planned. So you lie in bed thinking sleepy, happy thoughts, cuddle with the cat, maybe drift off for a few more minutes. And finally you rise, at your leisure, to a dark and dreamy world and the strains of five hundred year old sacred music sweetening the air. 

And then there is a quiet breakfast with coffee and the Sunday paper, and a careful putting on of dress clothes, and a spray of perfume that has good memories. And it rains more and gets darker, and the lamplight inside casts golden glowings over the room.

I am so content and peaceful I just want to hug everybody and everything in the world.

Comments

[wandering-flame.livejournal.com]

I nominate this post as the most emo post of the day, but the good kind of emo. ;-)

[pansyprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're so happy! And I wish I was there to get one of those hugs. ;)

[bonaparte-tnt.livejournal.com]

That does sound nice.... except for the perfume. As a boy I don't understand.

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Gee, thanks. ; )

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

You get a virtual one!

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Yes, I imagine it's a rather difficult concept to grasp for the male gender.

[tosayhello.livejournal.com]

Lovely.

[pansyprincess.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ;)

[http://users.livejournal.com/patrick___/]

Wow, that sounds wonderful. You have quite a way with words!

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

You are too kind, sir.