A Perfect Sabbath

Virgin clouds congregate to perform as silent orchestra upon the lake of the sky

I sip a rhubarb beverage, its flavour hightened by the crystals from my pretzels

Inspirational words dance off pages of verse with the splashing stereo beats of a café summer groove

Two gorgeous young women in floral technicolour chat lively, exuding the joy of common interests

The fragrance of rosewood floats up from the bench as I arch my feet, wiggle my toes and refresh the blood with a divine breath

This is how every week should start;
every morning begin