Sunday Brunch

Bright morning light,
Crisp cool air,
Just a little more lazy left.
There is nothing more divine and appropriate, in my opinion, than Sunday brunch. A giant meal on a morning where the weekend still feels like the weekend, but slowly fading and a little too fleeting. A couple more hours and then you have to do all that work you said you were going to do over the weekend but procrastinated until Sunday night. I love it. Dressed up or dressed down, dive-y diner or classy restaurant, whatever it is, give it to me. And put some bacon on the side.




    Brunch on!