A startling flash of lightening followed by a distant clap of thunder

Then comes the pouring rain, beating down on rooftops and on fragile window panes.

Water gushes through down pipes into rapidly filling drains

Lie ins seem the obvious choice, enabling contemplations

Floating on a mattress topper, swaddled in a doona, lazy sensations

A slow start to the day, more inclined to meditate, ruminate

Eventually when my woollen sock encased feet reluctantly emerge

from under warm coverings although preferring to luxuriate

Treading a cold floor coming to halt in the kitchen

where an indulgent breakfast is prepared and devoured

The slow paced day lends itself to being bathed in music for easy listening pleasure

Or filled with opportunities to binge watch movies, TV shows, documentaries

Some Sundays are blessed with steady beams of sunshine

seeping through sheer curtains covering windows

Lighting up a dark room, warming a chilly face and a cold nose

Whether drenched by rainy cold or sunny cold weather, slow Sunday’s are heaven sent

Beckoning the many weary amongst us to pause and reset

Maybe complete a project, play a sport, get outdoors, laugh and recreate

So ordinary are these pursuits so favourite are these simple things

That they make Winter Sunday’s so special, so very worth the wait.