…when.
Sunday: a very beautiful day but only in the morning. A day to cure Saturday’s night hangover, to sleep late, to linger in bed till two in the afternoon, to watch TV drinking your coffee, to play with the cat or go for a walk in the park. And when the evening gets close it’s peaceful veil vanishes. You start thinking about work, waking up early, a way to have a hot meal in the evening when you get home, you dream about the next week-end and already start to organize your next free moments. Sunday is a day of dreaming, of dreams coming true and of dreams that fall apart though you don’t have to think about dreams in a very philosophical way, just take it simply. Sunday is one of those days that you just don’t want to end.