Monday Is That Really You?

Grabbing some quick library time since my connection is down again. I feel like I have a hangover but I don't drink. So I'm going to focus on beauty, like roses, and my friend's smiles, and fresh apricots, and the morning breeze in my hair. I study the shadows on the hills wondering if I can capture that look in a quilt or a painting. I think of different ways to wear my hair to keep it off my neck in hot weather. Sorely tempted to cut it all an inch long. I think about eating anything I want, only in tiny portions. It can't be Monday forever, right?