I love Sunday mornings. In general, I am a morning person and do my best thinking at that time. (Notice how I specified 'thinking').
I live in a fairly small town in Kentucky. Normally, the traffic is horrendous, too many people wanting a simple life away from a cluttered city apparently.
Sunday morning is a wonder on the roads for an Atheist such as myself. The churches are stuffed until around noon. I have the whole town to myself essentially.
This perfect quaint little town has railroad tracks that go down the center, basically trapping you on one side of the town (homes) and the other (everything else).
It runs every half hour and is a long train, usually carry stacks of Ford trucks across country. When you are wanting to get on the interstate, coming home from work or if it's just keeping you from breakfast, that train can be damned annoying.
But this day. This Sunday.
It's nice, calming and yes, even quaint.
Who the hell knew?
I write about: love, fantasy, hate, vampires, jealousy, lust, supernatural, murder, deceit, attraction. And sex.
I write what I like.