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10.17.2010

sunday morning.

sunday morning

i wake to the fits and spurts of a heater coming to life for the first time this season. it must be cold out, brisk at best. but my room is warm and safe.

i wander into the living room. pull up the blinds. oh how that blue of the sky undoes me. the trees across the way there...heaven. something about that golden glow of an october morning.

into the kitchen, the cold tiles kissing my bare feet. i put on a pot of coffee. there is the smell of fresh paint in there. i wonder who was painting, what was done.

i find my way back into my room. following the grid of wood grain. turning corners. a symphony of creaks. the room smells of sleep. i crack the window. gather my laundry.

down the elevator to the basement. the painted gray cement and slow grumble of the machines.

there's something about sunday mornings. the quiet. the pliable nature of time on this one day. it is restorative. holy. a time trap in which a million possibilities are made manifest. the great gift of the week that simultaneously ends and begins another set of seven days.

23 comments:

communikate. said...

perfection.

Red Boots said...

I live for my Sunday mornings. For me, Saturday mornings are for sleeping, but Sunday mornings, I just love getting up early and savouring the sleepy atmosphere.

Robby Spratt said...

This is great! I really liked all the vivid imagery. :)

Brittan said...

now that is beautiful. there is so much truth in that last stanza. sunday mornings are quietly stirring and reaffirming.

we should really get together sometime soon.

Erin said...

Lovely. Sounds like the perfect Sunday morning...

Mocha Mornings said...

I live for Sunday mornings. I love the line "a symphony of creaks" - perfect imagery.

Mocha Mornings said...

I live for Sunday mornings. I love the line "a symphony of creaks" - perfect imagery.

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heather said...

the is beautiful. it's the simple things in life, isn't it?

Alycia (Crowley Party) said...

exactly :)

MissAlyssa said...

beautiful post... i work 6 days a week so sundays, for me, are the best days!

kara lynn said...

i live for sundays. my day of rest. peace. stillness. a gift.

this is so perfect!

Emily said...

meg, this was beautiful.

Chelsey said...

I love your writing, I could see everything you were describing in my mind! Awesome :)

ria said...

{love}.
you say it so well.

Sara said...

Don't judge me, but this makes me think of the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5. It feels mellow and sunshiney.

And I'm pretty sure I don't even like Maroon 5.

Wow. Well done.

Emily said...

Just lovely writing!! And you describe a Sunday morning perfectly. What an enchanting apartment you have, my dear!

...like a rolling stone. said...

ah. sigh. you capture it so well. it being the creaks, the golden glow, the very essence of why sunday morning are the greatest. thing. ever.
xo.

Chelsea said...

beautifully written.

Autumn Lynn said...

I don't let myself wake up super early very often because I need the sleep, but it's wonderful when you wake up and everything is quiet.

Roxy Te said...

You have such a gift of turning the most mundane things like just waking up into something much more beautiful and real. After reading this post, I was reminded of one of my favorite quotes from Loving Frank..."Frank did that. He could make a legend out of a happenstance." Your writing brings things to life!

Jennifer M. said...

Love this! You write so I can feel/see/hear/smell/touch what you are talking about. Thank you!

Camilla Leila said...

gosh this makes me so happy. because i know exactly what you're describing now :)