New weekend New adventures
It all starts friday. Funny how weekends always start on a Friday. No day is loved by as many people as a friday, no day is truly enjoyed as a sunday, and no day is as feared and hated as a monday. But lets think of sundays for now. Every moment clung to like springs dew clings to a blade of grass. Suspended for eternity, if only the eternity of the present. Fridays and Saturdays wild live for the moment ways have their place. But without Sundays suspended time we could not truly know who we are. For it is in these moments that we see ourselves free from superficial bonds. Soaring above the clouds, like an eagle in the thermal drafts; or diviing to the depths of the deepest oceans, discovering worlds not seen by the human eye. This is the day, my friend free from agenda, free from day planners and blackberries, free from everything that strives to strip us of our humanity. If you cannot live on this day, then you truly cannot live.