Sunday
No other day but Sunday different...plain different for this day is mine to plan, mine to use, mine to live... unlike the other days.. Those days, maybe..mine too. but tied up with so many longer threads..which began somewhere ,sometime and have knotted me before..behind... even sometimes bound be unreleasingly! But ...on a Sunday I have the right just to go on with the things that I might fancy, or like, or desire or just plain catch up with things I had just left behind.. and needed just this day to put together...my way! Sunday, a day when in my leisure.. or just to put together. I make the knots... Just of my pleasure!