lazy sunday
Sundays in the district are always interesting to me for some strange reason. They’re absolutely delightful. It’s almost as if the air has changed from the normal busy, political atmosphere, and gentle breezes have flown in from unexpected directions.
One of my favorite parts of Sunday is people-watching, of course. On Sundays, you get to see an array of fashion no matter where you are. I make an assumption as to their specific whereabouts, but African Americans in the district are always dressed to a ‘T.’ Beautiful colors wrapped in layers of original African dress—head garments, draping materials, and ornamentation to keep it all together. I love to see these church attenders after services. It makes the landscape so much more delicate and beautiful.
The other favorite is the sweet rest that seems to take on every person around. They may be up and out and about, but Sundays seem to be all about enjoying the day here. And, it all comes together with brunch. Brunch is a completely different experience here than in the South (which of course, hardly uses the phrase… why only have 2 meals, when you can have 3 full ones!). Perhaps brunch is just a complicated term used only to express how late we wish to sleep in, or an excuse to have one day of the week as abnormal as the rest—an end to monotony maybe? I’m not sure what the draw is to brunch, but it’s there. And, sadly enough, I’ve been swept in by its sweet enticement.
I like my Sundays the way they are. And, I like the different atmosphere. I think I’ll stick with my new Sundays here…
With that, I suppose I announce my true feelings for this city: I falling head over heels for its appeal.
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