i wanted to write about sunday mornings and the way they make me feel the way the wind moves, freely, unreservedly, without constraint i wish to be the wind constant and obligatory necessary to the world’s animation like sun; the sun that warms me the sunny, affable sun an aurora, just outside my window it quiets me and stills my soul a soft reassurance that i am alive that i exist in this moment on this plane of earth that my existence matters idyllic; my mind is uninhabited free of worry, fear, pain, or loss in this moment my soul does not cry does not weep for the ones i have lost does not exhaust itself charading as effervescent and stable nonpareil; instead i watch the sun rise, the sky turn cerulean and my allow my soul rest allow my soul peace allow myself, to bask in the euphoria that is sunday morning
melany elaineÂ
