romanticizing everything, nothing and sunday

at my friend’s recent housewarming party, someone asked me what my dream day was. and it wasn’t until i spoke about following up fresh produce-laden lunch with a random movie that i realized i was describing sunday. a great work out. a home coffee at 8 a.m. farmer’s market with him, then lunch by him. an outside coffee around 2 p.m. movies. silly snacks. catch up with a long distance friend. podcast and slow-cooked dinner. clean. early sleep. and deep laughter, and conversation, somewhere in between.