sundays.

i listen to jazz on sunday mornings. i make coffee. fix a nice little breakfast. spread the times across the table. if i'm up early enough, i'll put the jazz on pause to catch CBS sunday morning.

i. love. sunday. mornings.

growing up, the local radio station (one of two) played jazz on sunday mornings. my dad would make hash browns. we'd lounge around the house. it was delightful.

these days, sunday mornings are rare. the past couple months, i've been traveling and working and completely over-booked. needless to say, i am relishing today.