Sundays

It has turned into something of a ritual for me to spend Sunday lunchtimes at the Dana Street Roasting Co.*. I ride the light rail in, appreciating the morning air, walk past the market — music, people, fruit, children — then savour a coffee and a tuna melt. Light sunshine warms the room, Sunday papers rustle, my pen scratches on my pad, and music (today: the Jackie Brown soundtrack) accompanies the rehearsal of my habit in the company of like-minded folk.

I even managed to get some PhD work done. Go me.

* And, indeed, the rest of my week, too!

Posted at 2005-12-11 13:40:06 by Richard • Link to Sundays
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