A Sunday Morning

The sun shines, people smile. I see dressed up children ready for sunday school with their parents along for church. A peculiar smell is in the atmosphere. NOTHING like a sunday morning. It is filled with a sense of...peace, when the breeze hits your face while you try to remove your hair off the way so that you can see the rather distinguished horizon.

I see the sky up above and all I see is blue glory. People buying plants for their gardens. Some go to work as it if were another normal day, and still others just stay home watching a movie and having time with their family, but it is still a sunday morning: shinny and brilliant for reasons unknown.

Trees follow their traditional journey, moving their branches back and forth; towards the wind and from it. The grass grows inch by inch. Babies cry, while kids run around playing and laughing, but the fact that it is a sunday morning never changes. Our hearts pump blood as any other day, and our minds get to things as if it were a Wednesday afternoon, but for some reason the sense of peace and joy make the day perfect for it to be called The Sabbath or just the day to rest; A Sunday Morning.