Dusk of Sundays

Informal.


It's Sunday. I don't know if it's only me, but what's with Sundays that I get so gloomy about.  It's the first day of the week, right? So, to make the incoming week productive and energetic, start the first day of the week with a blast. Yeah, right. But How in the world -- Arrgh~! Sundays.
Is it the music played on the radio that makes a gloomy Sunday gloomy?
Is it the TV shows?
Maybe the idea of going to work on the following days after Sunday that makes me sluggish. But dude, I happen to experience going to work with Sundays... months of them actually and there's still that distinct mood for Sunday in me that I wanted to go home as fast as I can to sleep Sunday out. Geesh~!


It's Sunday... and it's afternoon. No, the sun is already setting to hide from the mountains and the horizons over there. There! you see it?!


Dusk of Sundays.  This is one hell of a test for me. Every week, I had to find something or anything or someone to have my mind think of something else that would make me not realize that this part of the day is passing and have already gone. If I found something that could catch my attention, I could laugh at Sunday saying  "aha! night time! bye Sunday, see you next week", but if I haven't, these were the times where I talk to my pillow to buy me round trip tickets to dreamland even if it's still  5:00 p.m.


Was it really the Sundays? Maybe.
Maybe not.
But I have great Sundays I lived to tell and to reminisce. I know I have many, but since I'm writing this impromptu, I ought to stumble on the recent ones. Great Sunday indeed. It was rainy though, but I did have a wishful thinking that that Sunday would be longer. Yes, longer as opposed to what I wish my usual Sunday should be. Yes, you've guessed it right... of course it did not happen because that day was ended also by incoming dusk. Whew! so soon. Enjoy the movie with her though. It's a blast


Was it really the Sundays?
Maybe not.
Was it the afternoons? The dusk?


Well, I have issues with the afternoons and dusk, you know. [Nah! long story.] But I happen to tell someone that "afternoons are not that lonely anymore"
I thought so.
It is not that lonely anymore... at least for now. Or at least, there's still a bagful of afternoons from that long story that's still clinching in my brain that can't be plucked out by ten -- twenty, twenty seven or fifty good afternoons and good dusk.


It appears to me that I'll be walking some less good dusk ahead.
I know.
I feel it.
As early of now i should find something that would...


[text message]
[to think, this is my first message for the whole day]
[Excited... I hope it's from her]


"You're Call/Text promo subscription is already expired..."


sweet.




I'm thinking of writing about something...




Hmmmm... it's already night time... I was able to divert my attention from enduring an incoming Sunday Dusk. Aha! Night time! Bye Sunday! see you next week.