Dear You

Welcome to my head. What I write here is a product of instances, consequences, coincidences, and heartache. Here before you is my soul- my inner trappings. Yours truly, Her.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Summer Sundays



Sundays. It was that day of the week when we used to cram all our homework for the following day. It was that day when we used to, in the end anyway, not do the homework. Instead, we cram it first thing on Monday morning. 

But it doesn't go that way during the summer. Summer Sundays mark the end of the week that began, and the beginning of the week to come. They are the minutes on the clock counting down to the end of summer. And today, we're a minute closer to autumn- to those 'memorable' sundays we used to have cramming our asses off.


Here's to summer. May we never hear or see the end of it. :)

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