It’s Sunday, day of dawnings and wanders, of retreat and rest.
The body stretches, the mind loosens. The day softens to nudge open a song, a sketch, a painting, a poem, a portal to more.
What will you wish, want, make?
It’s Sunday, day of dawnings and wanders, of retreat and rest.
The body stretches, the mind loosens. The day softens to nudge open a song, a sketch, a painting, a poem, a portal to more.
What will you wish, want, make?