a perfect sunday: sleeping in until you can't sleep anymore. waking up to sunshine on your face. toast with butter and jam and endless coffee refills. white pages covered with fresh black ink. doing your chores in less time than you thought it'd take. a phone call with a friend who always understands. a pile of photographs and the memories they hold. noodle soup that warms your body. music that makes you want to sing. clean bedsheets that smell snuggly fresh.
and, of course, a week ahead filled with possibility, and the chance to do it all again.