Sunday

It's the kind of Sunday where the church bell is slightly muffled, but still very sweet.
The clang-before-service isn't the only "muffled" thing today. Summer is really, truly here. And in my corner of the copse, we've had so much sun-juice squeezed on us that sleepiness creeps up on a person quite easily.

But, there's nothing like blaring-light to turn thick-yellow mimosas into suncatchers. There's Scripture to dig into. And there's a lovely light-cerulean colored pencil on my desk.

It's a nice sort of Sunday.