Sundays are like the last sip of wine in your glass:
The aftertaste of the wine you choose to open, that’s how Sundays are. The whole week you go along with a bottle of wine. If it’s a good one, the aftertaste is also good. The bad ones, just leave a bad aftertaste as well.
It’s a matter of choosing to screw “bad wines”sometimes.
Weekend in the Netherlands, where the weather keeps on changing minute by minute.
On Friday, I spent the day at the beach looking for shells under the sun. I came back home with a mixture of sand and sunscreen on my skin. How nice it is to find traces of sand on your bag, coming days.
On Saturday, I spent the day with my beloved one at home. Low temperature and the rain were a good reason to spend the day at home.
Today is Sunday and here I am looking outside my window. The sky is still grey and soon it is going to rain. To my surprise, I don’t have the Sunday melancholy. To the contrary, I realize a secret anticipation for next week.
Sundays are not only meant for melancholic thoughts…
Sundays are better spent when people actively avoid worries and negative thoughts so to set the grounds for an exiting week.