Crunchy
I am sitting here in the comfy chair early on a Sunday morning. The sky is clear and the sun shines all through the open curtains across the house. It is warm enough in here, but cold outside: so cold, after a day near 45 F yesterday, that all the slush froze hard overnight, and is likely to stay ice all day today. This is emphasized with every vehicle that slowly crunches by on their way to whatever draws them out so early on a Sunday morning. Charlie's Sundays have lately included rehearsals... Sign in to see full entry.