The Purpose of Sundays
Museums are unmistakably Sunday fare. Sundays are nostalgia, chardonnay and laughing in the sun on the cusp of spring. Sundays are wandering through the city with you langourously, singing and liberating ourselves from the shadowy figures which scuttle past us whispering the code for liberation. Oblivious, I am in love with Sunday, discovering what a wondrous mistress she is, and how she drapes the curtains over me, and offers me up to a clique of friends like a jewel from a treasure trove needing polish; and so we leave the restaurant with ebullience for eyes.
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