Sunday, April 21, 2013

Sleepy Sundays

Sunday mornings are on of those glorified memories I have from when I was younger. My mom would be drinking her coffee reading the Sunday Times on the couch as my dad whipped up some breakfast humming to Stan Getz while my brother and I played cards or watched tv. And of course,  the most beautiful light of the day was streaming though the windows in the kitchen. (sources - Poached Eggbed time, morning)
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