Shouldn't we all keep our Sundays free to lie dead on a bed of grass with the clouds-painted sky acting as roof; to spot a rare bird and wonder what its songs sound like; to close our eyes, count till five only to open them for rain and rainbow; to see how colors co-ordinate perfectly to form flowers and leaves; to let that really old banyan tree do the talking; to allow bees to bite and insects to crawl over us; to notice how the sky changes from day to night; to align ourselves to the pole star; to make our own constellation and shape our own destinies; to rename Jupiter; to discover that night has a smell; to search for grandma's twinkling eyes in twinkling stars, to understand the use of bioluminescence by fireflies; to spot a comet and make a wish; to sleep under the watchful eyes of our saintly moon before we wake up to yet another manic monday.
because Mondays, unfortunately, are for traffic jams.
(Just a thought on the Blog Action Day 09.)
www.blogactionday.org
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